Anita and Amith dress her up and Amith called a taxi to take them back home. He was a bearded, dark-skinned man with a big body, kinda pretty much lik...e Amith.“Tell her that she’s earned two sarees and blouses for herself. On me,” Amith winked as Kareema laid on the backseat of the car and Anita got on the front, and they drove off.The driver was a special person. His name was Banduka. Anita knew him at a level way more personnel than she should have known a mere taxi driver. Well, because he. ‘Please, eat while it’s hot,’ she said. ‘It’s better that way.’ She smiled, gingerly taking a bite of her seaweed-wrapped ball of rice, which did in fact make me feel better about taking a bite of the curry myself. I was so glad she had brought me something relatively easy to eat, and I didn’t have to make a fool of myself by trying to eat something like some kind of noodle soup. Which invariably results in drops of broth spattered on the table and on my clothing. As we sat together and. "Don't tell your husband" I added on as I waited for her reply. "I told him I am going shopping. We will only have an hour or two to hang out. He won't know anything, what will we do? Get a bite to eat?" She replied. "I want to bring you to my place so we can be alone." My boldness continued as I felt my cock twitch. Naughty thoughts were filling my head. "That's what I was hoping for" she replied instantly. After that we set up a time for me to meet her in a parking lot and we would go. I hurried back to my room and put them on in front of Mike. Hisface sure seemed to show appreciation for my pick of panties and thebulge in his pants confirmed it.I was excited as hell and did all I could to contain myself as Mike dealtout another hand. Well, you guess it, I lost again. Mike left it up tome to decide on the next item of clothing so off to my sisters room Iwent, though I knew exactly what I was after. It wasn't the first timethat I had worn this particular thong. It went.