..sure

You nod tamely, more focused the fingers toying with your cock as it rests in Anjali subtle grasp. She gives you a peck on the cheeks, that leaves you feeling a bit matronized, and then rings the doorbell.

For a little while you just stand there, Anjali nonchalantly checking her nails, while restlessly stroking your cockhead with her thumb and forefinger. She doesn't say anything and barely looks your way, but you get a feeling that she's nervous.

Then the door opens to a lithe figure, hazel hair and big doe eyes that flutter when they notice your state of undress.

"Oh my!" she says and looks down, in a way that would appear demure if you didn't strongly suspect that she's checking out your dick right now, "Anjali, you didn't have to!"

Anjali's face lights up in a wide smile and steps forward for a quick hug, "Nonsense, Liza, I just had this one lying around the house.." the indian milf smiles smugly your way, "so I figured why not bring him along. Call it a little present from me."

They exchange a few more pleasantries as Elizabeth, you assume, herds you both into the hallway.

"why don't I show you where to sit?" Elizabeth finally adresses you, and despite her lovely face and seemingly polite manners, you're not sure if you're allowed to say no. You gaze at Anjali, who just raises an eyebrow back at you.