She covered her face by one hand and laughed. The phone call was from the watchman. She was late this evening going home. Her husband was worried and ...ame to pick her up. She told the watchman to ask her husband to wait another few minutes because I was sick.She quickly straightened up a couple of chores and left with a smile saying,’amar bachcha kadche hoyto,kal sokal asbo'(my baby perhaps crying, I will be back tomorrow morning)The next morning ,it was weekend. I was anxiously waiting for. ‘I want you cock, now, next time you can lick my cunt’ she said. I stood behind her rubbing my cock over her pussy then sliding right in deep. ‘Fuck me hard, I want to be your bitch, tell me how bad I am and spank my ass.’ I was shocked at the way she said it, normally as a director she was always so prim and proper, now she was a total slut. I spanked her ass cheeks hard, she winched and let out a little scream, her ass was large but firm, and I spanked her again then rammed my cock hard up. "Nah, I'm fucking with you. It was pretty bad."I grabbed the pillow beside my head and chucked it at her face. She squealed when it made contact. "Was his girlfriend still there?" Girlfriend?" She fake gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth to further the act. I reached for the pillow my head laid on, and she quickly apologized. "Sorry, sorry! Yes, she was. But the bitch was just as drunk as you were, so I doubt she'd remember anything as well." That's reassuring." I said sarcastically, before. It drifted down his body, and he felt his excitement growing again. It was a little uncomfortable, and as he looked at himself in the mirror he realised it was back to front, with the lace panels normally covering the bust and bra lining up against his shoulder blades. Laughing to himself he drew it up over his shoulders, twisted it round, revelling in the soft and gentle way it fell down over his chest and waist, settling over his hips. He stepped into the waistband of the mini and drew it up,.