I asked her to repeat what she had just said and she said it again and added, "I can't have a record because I'm going into nursing and my parents wou...d have a shit fit if they found out. I'll do anything.....suck your cock, let you fuck me or both," and she started lifting her shirt. I stopped her and told her that she would suck my cock and I would fuck her....but not in the office and that she needed to be taught a lesson for trying to steal. I had transferred the recording of her. Once in that rented flat, she drank a glass of vodka straight up, then poured two glasses, one for her and one for me. I sat down on the sofa, she sat next to me and drank the second one quickly too. She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, removed her blazer, and sighed ostensibly. She turned to face me and said “Ok, I’m still super nervous. I’ll ask you this one time only: do you want to fuck?”Because I was already starting to understand her idea, and because she was wearing that revealing. ”With her hand on his dick, I was ready to erupt, I needed her, I reached out and pulled the dress up and it fell to the floor. I paused to take her in the beauty of her breasts heaving and spilling from the black lace bra, black silk panties soaked with her juices, the frantic heaving of her breasts was too much. I reached and undid my belt and pants, and released my aching dick, drops of pre cum glistening on the head. She then bent her body so that she was bent over the back of the sofa.. I started think about her and my sexual feelings got aroused; initially I ignored it and avoided bad thoughts about her. Now the time came to visit my home, I went and was greeted by my parents once. I see my mom my sexual feelings again started. She always wears saree, even in night also, as she is a traditional south Indian house wife. Every man likes to hug her and touch her ass. I too felt the same, while taking bath first time I masturbated thinking about her. I started seeing her assets,.