As he moves his attention from my exposed breasts to my pussy, I see my stop approaching, manage do up a couple of buttons, grab my binder and leave h...im with his chronic erection.It's the weekend, I don't work again 'till Monday, what a week it has been. I'm planning for next week, I'm confident he'll be there.Monday is here. I have decided to be brave, brazen. My passion has emboldened me to gratify my voyeur.Work has ended, I strip naked in the restroom and just enjoy the moment, naked at my. She too got used to it by now and even enjoyed the attention she was getting, unaware that I would love to fuck her till she screamed herself hoarse. I even started flirting with her a bit – things like telling her she looks sexy and I should marry her and making her giggle etc. But she assumed I’m just like a son to her and never made too much of it – so much the better for me, as I enjoyed feeling her against myself! Our routine till the weekend was the same – Anjan and I would fuck and suck. Especially older ones. This is my first story which is fictional. It is told from my mistress’s point of you. Hope you all like it.I patiently wait for you in the room, sitting on the bed for your arrival. When you come in, you see me sitting on the edge of the bed with a glass of wine, my eyes set directly on you. I sip from the velvety, red wine before I set it down and smile at you.“Hi, gorgeous,” I say as we intently gaze at each other. “Come over here and let me kiss you.”You are wearing. All I could do was moan. The contrast of your skin on mine added to the adventure. If your fingers felt this good, your dick was going to feel even better. “Please stop teasing me”, I squeal as you withdraw your fingers and suck my juices clean off. “Mmmm I thought you would taste sweet but not this sweet” you taunted as you kiss me before running your tongue down my collar bone to the rest of my already delicate body. You softly began to lick my clit like it was an ice cream cone on a hot day..