At last being senior she only broke the ice very politely by inviting me for a dinner at her flat next day with a broad smile. Next day around 7.30 pm... I reached on the given address.She lives in a palatial penthouse on top floor of a posh apartment in one of the Bangalore’s prime residential area. Her husband is an entrepreneur and is on a visit to China for some business deal purpose. She has a 15 year old son who is in boarding school. So she was alone with a maid at home. As I rang the bell,. Her sharp intake of breath meant she was going to stay to help relieve hiscondition. His hand moved to her lap and slid under her extremely shortskirt. She was not wearing panties. His fingers found her flooded vagina.From all the juices present, she had evidently had several men depositsperm in her love channel tonight. John thought that this woman mustreally be a slut to come here for this kind of sex with unknown strangers.John felt small fingers unzipping his pants and seek out his long. Her belly curved a little over the hip-hugging waistband of her jeans. Mmmmmm... I twisted the rods and closed the Venetian blinds, and then I did something I've always longed to do. I swept everything from my desk onto the floor. Except for the monitor and keyboard, of course. There's reality and fantasy! Nina took her cue. She tugged down her jeans, and unable to wait, I dropped to my knees, and helped her, dragging the stiff fabric over her ripe arse, exposing her thong, the neatly trimmed. “Do you want to go back to the mansion? We could spend some time there.”“What’s wrong?” Her smile fell. “Brad won’t be back anytime soon, I promise.”“It’s not that.” He didn’t want to tell her the truth. That a ghost had asked him to have sex with her back at the Palmer House. Despite what they’d already done, he didn’t think that would fly. “It’s just, I think it’d be exciting to ... do stuff ... in my room.”“Are your parents home?”“Yeah, but they’ll never know. It’s a big place.” Again, he.