Nine. Ten.Unless Fowler had changed his commuting habits, which he hadn’t done since we’d first followed him, he was still at Triple-I, still at w...ork.King Souvlaki was histoire and I needed a bathroom. I slipped out the passenger door, “Call me.”I walked away from All-County toward a small neon sign — a horizontal oval with Frenchy’s Taproom in the middle. Everyone — seven men and one woman — turned to see who had invaded their sanctuary.The place smelled of spilled beer and old cigarettes. I’d. I was dying to know how the day would turn out. I could not stand to wait a second longer than necessary in the most literal sense. After we both jumped down from the jeep, she removed her sunglasses, came around to my side and hugged me, hard, resting her head on my chest, doubtlessly feeling its muscular composition.“I’m so happy you’re back,” she cooed, sincere relief in her voice.“I won’t leave again,” I muttered, mindlessly stroking her hair as she desperately clung to me. . Then only I came to know that she was my mommy s assistant, newly appointed as my mom got loads of workloads, she requested for a assistant personally for her and she got appointed. Her name was sudha and her home was two streets across our home . Everything just gave a mouth opening news, I did know how to seduce her and I did no how to find whether she was sex starved or whether she needed sex so badly? she had her husband working and she had a small kid and he was in his second standard ! I. Her heart was pounding, her stomach was fluttering like it was full of butterflies, and she was already panting from his efforts. She buried her hands in his hair and gasped as a shiver went through her from head to toe. "Oh Jesus, Rick," she whimpered. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." She heard what she thought was a chuckle, but then her mind scattered as the most intense orgasm she'd ever had tore through her. Of course, she had masturbated plenty of times, but any climax she'd ever had before.