We met at a chai shop in Park Street. She seemed tensed. Her eyes were red and it seemed she had been crying whole night. But she was looking like a s...ex-bomb in sleeve less blouse and semi-transparent sari. We were in her car and suddenly she blurted out crying. I tried consoling her, but did not try anything to take advantage or stuff .I did not have that kind of a mind-set. She said me that her husband does not understands her feelings and that she feels lonely at home , and also last night. Your husband thinks you are such a good girl – a nice girl - but he doesn’t know your naughty secret does he? That you love to fuck, to take a big cock in your mouth and suck it. And naughtiest of all, you never swallow at home do you? Because he thinks that good girls don’t do that, right? But you’re not a good girl are you? Not when you’re with me. Secretly you love it don’t you? You want me to come in your mouth, don’t you?” I felt her nodding vigorously as she sucked and stroked. She was. .”“Pressing me to come?”How the fuck?I thought Aron was kind of a douche because he didn’t seem to care about that too much!Yeah, like I said ... how the fuck?“Yeah, you said that it took you half a year to get him to understand that you could live without coming during fucking, and another half to get him to come faster so that he could let you be.”“That’s bullshit!” Carter exclaimed.Damn, he needed to stop saying everything crossing his mind.“Yeah,” Simon threw him a curt look. “It looks like. You walk back towards me, whisper in my ear. Room 1207. Five minutes. He follows you to the elevator, and I watch as your hips sway so slowly. I take my time to finish my drink, wondering what you're doing. Every minute feels like an eternity, and I'm getting hard, imagining what I'm about to see. I walk over to the elevator. Hit 12. Smile at a couple as I ride up. Room 1207. The door is cracked open, so I walk in. The lights are so low that I can barely see anything. There's an armchair facing.