Before I could start speaking she started to cry on my shoulders about her fate and her deceased husband.I hugged her and calmed her down and we start...ed speaking. Only after that did I know that my brother suffered from erectile dysfunction due to which they had no children.The doctors were unable to cure him which caused much problems in their marriage life.She grew tired after crying and she went to sleep.All my fantasies of fucking mala went to waste due to her crying and I angrily retired. She gave a cheeky look towards the door saw me stroking and smiled.Now taking her 10" dildo turning it on she teased her erect clit, i was fit to bursting, i would not last much longer, no i said keep watching no cuming yet. She gave out a little moan as she squirted on her thighs, my god i thought all that juice delicious, Mistress drove her dildo home each thrust made her gasp and writhe with pleasure my mouth was dry i sipped at my bubbles as i watched Mistres toy her self. i just wanted so. ” I said as I walked up to her, “you look bored.”“Hi, Tilc, T I L C, yes I am bored, I hate these sort of parties, too many people all strutting their stuff and trying to impress everyone.”“Yes I know what you mean, I prefer the smaller parties where you can meet everyone, what are you going to study?”“Computer Science.”“Me too, maybe we’ll be in the same classes.”“Where are you living Tilc?”“Maddison, it’s about half a mile away.”“Wow. I never really believed in coincidences but hell, I’m in. “What did your clients tell you today?” Another question posed as they caress my bum with their other hand. “You know I can’t tell you that,” I reply. My dream man knows I cannot tell tales from work, but they ask anyway. I feel a small smack on my bottom but it’s not because I have been dismissive. It’s our little game.“Do you love me?” An easy question to answer.“Yes.” This time I am rewarded with a delicate, lingering kiss on the lips.“Do you trust me?” I smirk at my dream man and I feel my.