It's pretty nice since my partner prefers me to be home and do all the household things that she just flat hates to do. It's part of my submission to...her to be her house bitch but that's another story :). As i type this my partner has been out of town 3 days and last night i went over to my neighbor's for dinner as i did last night and i said, i want to ask something and i know how strange it sounds but it would be nice to have this. i looked at her husband as i talked and looked down a bit. He loved discussing discipline with protesting weak politically correct mothers! He put his cock away. "Come," he called out in his strictest voice.He was very pleasantly surprised by Mrs Truscott's appearance. Most women visiting his office were boringly dressed, thinking they had to look respectable to match the image of the school. But Mrs Truscott looked positively sexy. Almost, but not quite, slutty. Wanting to test her, he deliberately didn't invite her to sit down. "Yes, Mrs Truscott? I. We both looked away. She worked for me and I wasn't about to mess around in my own back yard, as they say. She was cute, though. Maybe she wouldn't always work for me. There was an opening coming up for a bedmate soon.After a while, I left. There was nothing more to see. Brian and Laura would go at it for a time, rest, and do it again. There was no imagination in Brian's fucking. They went at it in only the missionary and rear entry positions. Laura refused to let him cum in her mouth... in. He had gray hair and a little belly fat. He was a typical 40-year-old unlike Vikram.“Sit down. I’m not the owner of the house,” I said. He laughed and sat down.“All the fans and ACs are moved to the new house?” I asked him“Yes mam. I think so. If we go to the terrace it will be a bit cooler up there, mam,” he said. So we went upstairs. It was very chilling up there. The wind was blowing very fast. My saree pallu dropped down due to that.I didn’t care about it as I was enjoying the wind..