Probably, nobody had noticed my apparent age because they were all locked onto my clothes. On top of everything else, dressing like that to call on a ...customer was insulting to the customer.He suggested that I should dress like a business man in a conservative outfit, something like his suit: bright green tunic with orange sleeves. A mauve shirt and orange tie would go well with the ensemble. Green pants with an orange stripe down the leg and black shoes would complete the outfit. He felt that. I removed her saree and she removed my t-shirt before I touch her boobs she removed my pant and underwear and made me nude. She looked so hot in that blouse which made my dick standing at 90 degrees. I then removed her blouse and petticoat. She was in bra and panty and sucked my dick with a moan. I too moaned, she was sucking like an expert.I removed her bra and panties, now we both are nude in her bedroom and I kissed her pussy lips. We moved to 69 and both were sucking and fulfilling our. "Damn !" she thought. "There WAS somethingwrong and those idiots couldn't find it." She guidedthe car to the right shoulder of the road and let it drift to a slow stop."Should I call my regular repair shop or make the skillessduo drive here, " she thought, finally picking upthe card still laying on the seat, and then dialed the number on her cell . " Hello," a voice answered, as the phone responded on the firstring. "Hmmm,you must have been expecting a call. Do you ALWAYS fuck up repairs. But that’s a semester from now. Until then, I have to survive life in Brockton. Sometimes, I wish I could meet a better class of people. I hate the folks of my hometown. Seriously. The guys in Brockton aren’t about nothing. Just smoking, banging bitches, getting into fights and winding up either dead or locked up. The bitches in Brockton aren’t much better either. If anything, they’re worse. They’re rude, overly dramatic, think their shit don’t stink and are prone to violence. And they’re all.