I decide who my clients will be, not John. And don’t for a minute think that John is forcing me to be a working girl. This is what I want to do. It ...is what I like doing. He only makes sure my money is invested properly and that I don’t spend it on crap I don’t need.”Trudy glanced at Ted and Carl and asked, “What’s with the muscle?”“Bodyguards for me and any girls we hire to work for me. Let me assure you that any girl working down here will be much better off working for me.”For the first time. We made out for a while and I eventually got between her legs in the missionary position where I could rub my dick on her pussy as we continued to make out. I found her pussy to be very wet, hot and ready, and she spread and lifted her legs to let my hard dick in. I entered her pussy and we fucked on the couch for a long time. When I finally shot my load in her pussy I was ready for a nap, but Cindy got up from the couch and got dressed saying she needed to go back to Joyce's house soon. I. I was full on excited and as I removed her shorts,she was not wearing any panties and she was full naked in front of me lying and her ass cheeks were not so big and so small but were in great shape and my cock was full erect.I started oil massaging her legs and thighs and she was moaning in pleasure.While massaging her thighs I slowly started touching her pussy lips.Her pussy was sexy and tight and pure pink color pussy.Slowly slowly I increased my touching to her pussy and as she was enjoying. My late husband, me, and my son Rohit. We were living a happy life until that tragedy struck.I tried to cope with the loss, focusing on my job, taking care of my teenage son, and running the house. But wherever I went, I used to see people feeling sad for me that my husband died. They used to do me favors that I didn’t want them to. They used to visit my place to see if I’m doing okay. Meanwhile, others would simply walk away to avoid awkward conversations about my husband. I didn’t want to.