She used her tongue like a whip. She lashed the stiff, highly sensitive morsel repeatedly. The woman arched her back to bring her breast closer to the... attacking mouth. Every time the girl’s tongue made contact with the woman’s sensitive nipples, the thousands of nerve ends in the swollen flesh sent urgent messages of pure pleasure to her pussy, which passed them on to her brain: ‘requesting permission to climax’. The brain’s response came straight back: ‘permission granted’.“Aaah!” she moaned,. I have never talked or chatted with her husband before but according to her, he was fine with our relationship (me & her). So the day came. I went to their hotels. She welcomed me in.Her husband was a regular Indian guy like us all. We sat together talked for some time. They made me feel very comfortable. They both were jolly. We all went for lunch later. Elina’s husband Rohan (name changed) asked me to join them for the dinner as well n later we can party in their room to which I sadly. Then I put on some strappy black heels, with gold studs on the straps, applied make up (not very well ;) though ) and put on my auburn, straight, shoulder length wig. The final part was a short tight skirt. All the clothes were black, as it is my fav colour when dressed. I decided to drive passed the toilets and anyway, if I didn't feel that I wanted to go in...then i could just keeping driving anyway. I headed to the toilets, listening to some relaxing music to help calm my nerves. As I neared. But then my doubts were put to rest.“Hello, Sam,” said Abigail coming up to our table. “Rina,” she said, nodding to my intended.“The girls?” I said.“They won’t be coming tonight. I came alone to apologize and beg your forgiveness. And I do apologize especially to you Rina for the awful things I said that day. I was so ashamed of myself after the fact that, well, I just can’t tell you how much,” she said.“That it?” I said.“Yes, I guess so,” she said. I could see she was nervous.“After all you’ve.