She was nicely dressed in slacks and an expensive sweater. Her high heel pumps looked expensive too. In comparison, Cindy felt underdressed in her ski...nny jeans, platform sandals and cream-colored linen tunic.Settler’s assistant smiled. “So what’s a high class broad like me doing working for such a pompous jerk? Is that what you’re wondering?”Cindy smiled at the other woman whose accent sounded a lot like Rashmi’s. “Mind-reading part of your job description?”The woman laughed. “I get that. You can hear me moving. Moving around you. The instructions are clear- “If you move, or say a single syllable, I will simply leave. If you cum, I will leave. Do you understand?”Nodded acquiescence. Ankles roped with purpose. Scant regard for anything other than effect. Comfort: secondplace. Aesthetic: immaterial. Left ankle to one arm of the chair. Right, to the other. Facing the back of the chair; knees spread. Cushioned by increasingly threadbare velvet.Now, I do need to add a petit health. Initially, I avoided her and kept on giving sarcastic answers but then I realized that she was attracted to me. She was 5’6” tall with the figure of 36-32-36 wearing Black Tee and Blue Jeans. We made a few jokes which led to the dirty midnight conversation and that made me place my hand on her shoulders, which I took inside of her tees and touched her back seductively. She got closed and said “Itna pyaar mat kar… rha ni jayega mjhse” to which I replied “Kaun rauk rha hai .. chaley andar ;) “. "That's better. It feels really good to be lying close toyou, honey." "Yeah, Mom, it feels good to me too." She sort of laughed and said, "I could tell that." After a few moments ofsilence, while my cock was twitching uncontrollably in the crack of hernightie-covered ass, she said softly, "It's sort of flattering that myteen-aged son could be aroused by his old fat mother." "You're not old and you're not fat," I said, giving her a firm hug. "Ithink you're beautiful." She actually was 43 and.