That was the last property sale. It had been a significant success. I walked around the crowd as they stood having a drink at our expense. I saw the a...gent, Lee, who had successful bought the property. She was an old friend, and was standing quietly, smiling at me. I walked over to chat. I knew her to be a partner in a development company and I had known her in the past when she was just starting. After a time, I asked her if she would like to have dinner with me to celebrate, and she. I told her we needed blow jobs and she better not be wearing sweatpants, maybe wear something that she was sending to him via texts. She texted LOL and told me that we weren't coming anyways to see her so I wouldn't know if she had sweat pants on or not. Minutes later we arrived at her house and we barged in. She was upstairs so we went to the couch and I said yep she had to change fast I guess. Seconds later she walked down the steps in a satin green cami with black lace trim and she directly. Mrs Sarla Sharma eased back slightly, very relaxed. Suddenly, I felt her hand stroking my thigh. I looked at her, and smiled, biting my bottom lip as I felt a damp warmth spreading in my pussy. I was suddenly afraid of causing a damp patch through my thin shorts. Desperately, I tried to think about something else – anything to divert my mind from whatever was happening to me. I must have closed my eyes, because Mrs Sarla Sharma said quietly, ‘Is something wrong, Sonia?’“No, nothing Mrs Sarla. Her face grew redder with each passing second. I knew that I hadn’t felt a pussy that tight since college, and I couldn’t hold back the growls surging up into my throat as I pounded her.Her panties slipped over, scraping my dick, and I yanked them out of the way. Only a few thrusts later, it happened again. I pulled out, and the moment I wormed my fingers beneath the waistband, she lifted her butt from the floor. With her help, I quickly removed her panties and tossed them aside.I didn’t know.