“Of course Mrs. Miller, I am on my way to you. “ I answered.After a moment, I stood in front of her desk. I got a little bit irritated as Mrs. Mil...er stood up and closed the door to her office with the key from the inside without saying a word. "So what can I do for you?"Mrs. Miller led me to the small kitchen next to her office that could be only being reached from her office. She pointed at her coffee maker. „The coffee maker does not work somehow. A fresh cup of coffee is one of the things I. Fir maine usse ghulna milna shuru kiya. Fir ek din jab ghar pe koi ni tha to main shyam nahake uske saamne towel mein aaya wo thodi sharma gayi. Fir main apne kamre mein change krne chala gaya par gate khula hi rakha, maine towel utara aur bed pe fek diya. Aur bahut aaram se kapde pehenne laga..Jaise hi vo kamre k andar safayi krne aayi maine aaisa dikhaya k main sharma gaya vo ye dekh k thodi hasi. Fir main sab kapde pehen k wahan se chala gaya. Thodi der baad main uske pas gaya aur sharmate. Because she cared about me. That thought really, like, got to me. Okay, I guess sometimes she got impatient with me, and sometimes she was probably just pissed off at her life – the rest of her life – and she'd yell at me or whatever. But thinking back, most of the time she treated me like I was the most important thing in her life. Certainly, the way my father treated her, he wasn't what she really cared about. She never really said anything about her job, whatever it was. But she almost. She gagged and I could feel het struggling for breath I pulled out and she manage to catch her breath. Over and over i pounded her throat it felt so good. I strip naked and climb on the bed I spread my legs over her head lick my arse hole to which she does she rims me good. I now take the dildo from tge bed side draw. It's a faint black dildo I slide it into her tight dripping pussy slowly ay first but the in and out harder n faster with every stroke. Her pussy is now so wet and inviting. I.