She swallowed every drop.“Now,” she murmured as she lay back on the bed, “show me how thankful you are for my help. I want you to fuck the shit ...out of me with that beautiful cock.”I buried my face between her legs and went to work on her swollen pussy. As I ate her, she soon screamed and flooded my mouth with the best-tasting pussy juice I’ve ever had. I moved with her to her to the bed and laid her gently on the crisp, cool sheets. Her dark hair framed her beautiful face. Her eyes were filled. “Yeah, everything was fine. I was just trying to make her laugh because she got a little scared.” Dick made a face and nodded his head. Did he know? “Uh huh. Well, we’ve got everything done now. So, you can call it a half day if you’d like?” I smiled and nodded my head. “Sure man… Hey, can you give Emma my number?” I asked, looking over at her trailer. “I promised her I’d show her around New York while I was here.” Dick smirked and nodded his head. “Sure. I’m sure you’ll show her a good time.”. Oh forgot to mention, Nirmala Aunty’s husband passed away around 7 years back and Nirmala Aunty never remarried she used to stay in their palatial bungalow with her ailing father, who eventually passed away last winter. So Nirmala Aunty now lives alone with a horde of caretakers and maids mostly prehistoric. That fated Saturday I reached her place as usual had my breakfast and headed to the study room. Till 12 pm she gave me lessons on history and then there was a break for lunch after that. Not for the first time or last time was Ithankful for having met her.=#=Retail therapy of course meant more clothes and remembering my firstthought from the previous evening on putting the dress on, I purchased acouple of ivory satin slips of different lengths, a matching ivorycamisole and a lightweight summer jacket that could be worn over a dressor with the outfit that I was wearing at the time.As we made our way back to work I felt much better, especially as we madeplans for Monday and a.