It was very nice and our conversation was entertaining and fun. We found the same car waiting for us outside with the same driver. I managed to get ...nto the car without flashing everyone and thanked the valet who apparently remembered me for some reason.Deborah and I were settled in the backseat, but Mr. Woodburn was standing outside talking to the driver. I asked, “What’s going on out there?” She shrugged her shoulders and acted like she had no clue. The wine and drinks with dinner had. "Damn, 6:10. I need to get going," she said to herself as she applied eyeliner to her freshly washed face. The tennis match had gone extra sets, putting her behind schedule. She smiled. Well it was worth it she thought. She was in the Club championship. Not too bad for a 37 year old married mom. She grinned, looking in the mirror, then refocused on the task at hand, getting ready for the night. Diane leaned closer to the mirror, as she did the cold granite countertop of her bathroom vanity. He made me lie above him and he once again started fucking my pussy. The unfortunate driver had to remove his tool as he couldn’t go down and he masturbated his liquid on my face.The gatekeeper and servant once again filled their juice inside me, but of course the servant is the lucky guyAfter two months we moved to a better life in Delhi in a new posh colony. I came out of the bathroom taking a shower. I was not properly dressed as someone rang the calling bell. I quickly put on my white. Her in-laws always wanted her to quit working. She was unwilling as she was not willing to loose her financial freedom. I fully supported her view on this. She had shared some pics of hers. I had shared mine too. She was good looking and from pics and our conversation, I got no idea if she had any other interest in getting intimate or ever having sex with me.Chat had slowly graduated to talking about our sexual life as well. What she doesn’t like on a bed and otherwise etc. How she likes to.