"Are you a good girl?" "No," she says. "That's right. What are you? What kind of girl are you?" There is no hesitation. She knows the answer, somewhe...e, deep down. "I am a slut!" "You are a slut. A filthy, filthy slut. Turn around. Get down on your knees." She does. "Unzip my pants. Take my cock out." She does. My cock is erect, especially in her warm hands. I guide my cock to her mouth. She opens her mouth and slobbers it. I grab her by the hair and pull her hair back. I fuck her mouth, her. 'Smart casual' was written on the invitation; but Janice gave me warning that the director's wives unofficially competed against one another, necessitating a trip to a rather exclusive establishment that Vanessa had heard rumours of. In her outfit, Vanessa could have graced the cover of Vogue magazine and I told her so, resulting in an embarrassed smile. Jenny waved us off as the taxi commenced its twenty minute journey.We chatted casually in the back, glad that the driver did not insist on. He's too old for you..." Where did you get that from? He's only a few years older than me. He's not like the guys my age, Mom. He's mature," Anastacia argued. "He's experienced...."Angela shook her head and came to her best friend's assistance. "Anastacia, baby, we're just concerned that this older man is going to hurt you..." But you two have never met him, so how can y'all judge him? I tell you what, why don't I call him and let y'all meet him." Cecile looked at Angela as Anastacia pulled. From that day onwards I could not stop thinking about her and just imagined to kiss her on the belly and navel and suck her enormous breasts and masturbated many times just thinking of her. I was always looking for a chance to have a glimpse of her and her beautiful assets. Sometime I would go to her house to play with her child and watch her doing her household work. I loved watching her hips from her sari swaying up and down to her beautiful catwalk. Her belly, navel and breasts would shake.