She agreed.Next morning I gave her Rs. 500 for stitching the petticoat & blouse and she thanked me. She said I had already done a lot for her buying s...o many saris. After 4 days when I had got home from the office she had a smile on her face.I asked her what is the matter and she said she will show me something after dinner. So like usual I had my shower and then dinner. Then she brought all the new saris and petticoat and blouse and kept on the sofa.I was sitting right next to it. She said she. The timer went off and Pete returned in a flash. As he entered the solar warmed room, I was laying face down uncovered on Pete’s thick foam padded table. He spoke about the first time he gave Rhoda a ‘special’ massage.“You remind me of Rhoda lying on my table with the sort sunlight streaking across your shapely body. It brings back pleasant memories and makes me feel just like I did back then.” I had to jump on his thoughts and said, “Just how did you feel then?” Pete answered, “It was a few. I lean in and whisper in your ear “let’s go to the toilet as I want you to fuck me”. We get up and walk towards the toilets, hmm ladies or gents? Well ladies it is – no one in at the moment. We walk in and take the far end cubicle. As soon as you lock the door we kiss, hard, deep. You straight away remove my skirt burying your face in my pussy, smelling my moistness through my thong. You pull it to one side, spreading my lips with your fingers you start to flick your tongue over my clit. My. His suit was a beautifully tailored gray chalk-stripe. He wore it with casual ease, as though it could have been a well-worn denim shirt. The tropical weight wool draped across his shoulders and chest, following the form of what looked to be a well-muscled torso. He didn’t have the bulk of a bodybuilder, but she was certain he kept himself in good shape.As they shook, his hand felt warm and dry in hers. She smiled politely, trying to mask how flustered she felt. Inside, however, a pounding.