“I assume you received the package!” came another reply.She knew there was no point in arguing with him. She also knew she wanted to wear things l...ke this. This was a black saree, the kind that will make men weak. Mumtaz gently moved her hands inside her panty. She was wet. Her maids didn’t know their boss was fingering like a slut inside her room.She released her juices soon. Mumtaz went back to studying the case files. She had so much time at hand. By 7 pm, Mumtaz was fresh and neat after a. Oh shit. I groaned quieter and quieter as my orgasm ran out of steam and my hips bucked and my cock clenched but there was no more come to give. My legs felt like jelly and I fell onto Rochelles chest, my head resting on her breast. Holy shit. . . holy shit. . . . holy shit. . . holy shit I whispered as I tried to get control over my heartbeat. Her body was so warm beneath me. It was like a cocoon of love for me to rest in after making love to her. I felt her fingers combing though my hair.. Do you work on the week-ends or no?" I asked."Yes of course I do. What are you doing right now Brent?" I'm at the golf course," I answered, "I couldn't leave here until we're done playing." Well, would you be able to stop off on your way home?"Not only did I want to see the house, but now I wanted to see the woman behind the voice so I agreed to meet her at the house on my way home. As I pulled into the drive for the second time that day, I saw a little Honda Civic up by the house so I pulled. I stopped, realising Sara would probably be back soon.I decided it was now or never to try and walk. I put my right foot infront of my left and starting making my attempt at walking. I walkedinto the bathroom, watching myself in the mirror. I say walked- but itwas most definitely a waddle. I couldn't get used to the enormous weightI now carried in front of me, and it felt like all my insides were beingpushed and pulled in all directions. The thought occurred to me thateven without my belly I.