My hands slid up into his dark hair, holding him firmly, and insistently parting his lips with my kiss, and sliding my warm dirty little tongue into h...is mouth. I began to kiss him long and deep, my filthy mouth locked with his so that he couldn't escape me. My free hand was still at work stroking his cock. It was rock hard and pulsing in my grip. He was clearly conflicted by the shock of the story and the obvious turn on of hearing how I had gleefully given into our most debased fantasies. I. I didn’t ask why we’re going there. I’m not that stupid.We left early so we could get to the store just as they opened. Mom said she hoped if we got there early enough there won’t be anyone inside except for the clerks. I wasn’t sure why that’s important but I didn’t ask any questions. Not about that.Instead I asked, “How long have you been in his clutches?”After I said it I thought, “In his clutches!” That’s an appropriate, if somewhat archaic way of saying it.She responded quietly, “It just. I told Robert, “Sorry if Fran acted improperly. She sometimes gets carried away when she meets a good-looking guy.”“Not a problem. I like nice hugs from sexy ladies. Why don’t we go inside and order dinner?”Fran and I wanted the soup and salad bar. Robert ordered some kind of steak. When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, Robert smiled at me and said, “.We are done except for a mango cream pie to take home. Please bring the check.”Once inside Robert’s place I gave him a hug with serious. Give me your feedback on my story at Let me tell you a story of a married couple living in Pune both working in the MNC. One day I got a whatsapp text from an unknown number saying the husband got my contact from a housewife I served in Pune 3 months ago and they are really interested in having me over. The husband said they come from a very conservative marathi culture and he is literally scared to proceed.Over the next 15 minutes I assured him that I am a professional and secrecy is the.