I was dressed in an exquisitely tight black halter dress that hugged my ample rear and large chest. My tits were practically spilling out of the dress.... The length was perfect as well. It was short enough that it hinted at what was concealed but not so short I couldn't dance or sit. The 3 inch stiletto heels I was wearing made my legs look amazing. My hair was down, cascading wildly around my face and shoulders. I hadn't curled or put any product in it because I knew soft sexy. I was getting sexually frustrated and homesick at the time thinking of the days I used to bang padma. Also the hotel food was beginning to bore me, so I decided to hire a cook for the weekend’s atleast.I told the landlord my requirements and on Sunday he came and knocked on the door. Next to him, was a middle aged woman? He introduced her as gowri, my cook. I was a bit surprised because I had not expected a woman really. He said she was a good cook, fixed a reasonable salary and she also spoke. A fire which she would not give into no matter what. Not tonight.Bran slipped into bed behind her, pressing his body into hers, spooning. His arm automatically fell over her hips, and his fingers unintentionally brushed the bare skin exposed by her small top. She shivered.Bran’s lips went close to her ear, and he whispered sensually, ‘Kitty, I’m sorry.’She ignored him.‘Let’s kiss and make up.’Kitty sniffed. ‘I don’t feel like it, ‘ she said childishly.‘Please?’ He begged.No reply. ‘I know you. " He smiles and I giggle. He starts to thrust his hips slowly and I look down to watch his huge cock slide in and out of my warm sopping pussy. I wrap my arms around his back and I stare straight into his eyes. "I love you." I say and I don't hesitate or anything when I say this. "As I love you." He says back and he sits up, not taking out his cock while doing this and he holds my back and easily brings me up with him and my breasts rest against his hard chest and I start to move up and down,.