My father was always a kind man, always helping those in need when they most needed help. My mother had cause to be a little more cautious; especially... after the beatings she received from a wealthy householder that lived not a hundred feet away from the house where she was born. She ran away from home at the age of sixteen and from her job as a kitchen maid. In an attempt to make ends meet she taught herself to sew, and was pretty chuffed with herself to be regarded as an excellent seamstress. Just at the time that I had taken my seat, I felt a breeze blow by and looked up. Derek had spotted her and was making his approach. The cologne he was wearing smelled expensive. He was wearing business casual attire – a button-down shirt and suit-jacket, wing-tipped shoes. He looked expensive. I realized that he had no idea what I looked like, but he did not seem concerned with anyone else in the room as he made his way toward my wife sitting at the bar.My heart beat faster. My fingers shook.. He rubbed my clit as he did so, and the double pleasure was too much for me to take. I told him I was coming and to my delight he didn’t stop, he just looked even more lustfully as he continued to fuck my ass as hardly as he had fucked my pussy earlier. My orgasm exploded and shortly after, I felt him come inside my ass. That was always a pleasure for me, to feel cum dripping out of my ass after a good fucking. As we both got our breaths back, he then loosened the tie and let me get dressed,. In kannada he said”phone madi matadabeku anta karskotini amele madibittu kalustini”.Hearing to this I came to know that he wants to fuck her but she never let him to fuck. But physical relationship with him was not clear. She used to carry laptop but when I checked log in the laptop she never used the laptop there. This went curious.I was listening to the phone conversations very carefully and secretly somehow she can’t even predict that someone can record the call in her phone. The app was.