He was calm again, releasing her, though his hand only moved to rest around her throat. His wet fingers soon prodding against her tight hole, pushing ...gradually inside her. 'Uh..' She squeeked, feeling a pang of pain. He began to slide his fingers in and out, slowly picking up pace. Going deeper and faster, her tight sex gripping him. His free hand shuffling around in the bag he brought as he still worked her hole. A pink vibrator, with a bulbus knub on the end.'No! No please don't! She cried. " You have that business as near as I can tell. I'm not stopping you from selling anywhere you want to. I started selling here three years ago. You have the business, but I never said it included any of my accounts. My uncle will sell to me any time I go over to his plant with cash to buy some product. He even raised my prices, so now I have to pay the same as you do."I didn't bother going over to see Earle Towns to argue my case with him. The fact that Dave had product to sell was all I needed. My landlady was Nirmala, maybe around 34 years old, and worked in a top IT firm. I was at home around 4 pm, and it was raining hard. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I was not expecting anyone. So I opened the door to find Nirmala there.She was just back from the office and in her jeans and a shirt that fit her in a manner that her lovely breasts were highlighted. Her jeans were tight as hell, and she had a butt to die for. She normally is back by 7 but returned early as there were very heavy. After few chit chat, I asked her shall I go? She told me please after lunch.We again come back to the main hall and she called her husband and confirmed where he is and when he will be back, he is in an out of the city he may be come by late night, she said.She went inside kitchen and took hot water and a cloth for massage again she bit uncomfortable can’t herself, shall I do? I asked, this time she openly accepted so I put her leg and started to massage with hot water after some time I wiped.