It was tidy, with a beige suede couch and chairs, glass and chrome tables and bookshelves, and abstract art on the walls. He wandered over to one of h...er paintings and came to the startling realization that it was an original Mondrian, not a print."Wow," he said aloud.She returned from the back and asked him if he wanted a nightcap. "I shouldn't," he said. "I have to drive home." She pouted in disappointment. "I understand," she said. She walked over to him, closer than he was comfortable with.. . all the way back ... Oh AGAIN!”“It seems that I will, you feel very good on my cock. Unless I get off.”“NO! You MUST NOT get off. You naughty man ... you spoil me ... for both man and machines ... working together ... on poor little Chinese pussy ... Oh Fuck Is GOOOODDD!”She did not answer me again, she was doing this low moan as she was pretty much in a cycle of continuous pleasure. Every minute or so she would shiver and her pussy would squeeze me tight inside. Her abundant creme was. “He will take care of the parking,” Mansukh clarified. Savita wasn’t entirely convinced about anything.There were plenty of surprises in store as they entered the house, which had just enough light to let people walk around. Almost everyone was holding a glass of drinks and they have all come in couples. “I am getting restless,” Savita pulled Mansukh close to her and whispered. “Tell me what is going on here.”Mansukh picked up a couple of glasses of fine whisky from the bearer and handed over. I'd have to find out a little more about the rhythm method. What were the web sites she'd been looking at?Day 18, ThursdayThursday saw me going to meet Doug at his farther store. He wanted to give me the opportunity to earn some "pocket money" which was amusing as I could have bought both stores if I'd wished. Still I didn't want to strain our relationship now he'd agreed to my use of the car so I began my training as a barista. It wasn't as if I had much else to do anyway -- my homework was.