My navel was partly visible through the transparent saree. I pulled the pallu slightly, revealing my hip curve. I looked at myself again, now. I looke... sexy. Perfect, as he would call it. I went out to he secretary. “Let’s go.”, I said. She looked at me from top to bottom. “Just as he likes it.”, she said, running a finger along my bare hip curve. My heart sunk again. She knew what he likes.I followed her to the elevator and we went to the third floor. She walked out and within seconds, knocked. I had no choice than to start sucking on it in self defense. The pungent smell of him was overpowering as I took it all the way in, his pubic hairs pressed into my face. Quickly, I got into the rhythm of it. My mistress hadn't forgotten me as she watched the show. Occasionally she would let me know she was there by roughly pinching one of my nipples or twisting the vibrator that was deep in my ass. Wrapping my tongue around his hairy shaft, I continued a strong sucking motion with my head. She seemed a little tipsy, but not too drunk. We talked. Watched some TV, and joked for a while. She made no mention of her boyfriend, so I assumed either she didn't have one anymore or didn't want to discuss it. At one point, I got up to use the restroom. When I came out, she grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. She planted a quick kiss, as she opened my belt. Then she got down on her knees and started sucking my dick. She first dove down on it, before starting to lick and tease me. She. I wasn't going to steal a car, which left buying one, which I didn't like either. It'd use up a good chunk of my cash, there could be ID troubles again, I wouldn't want to have a breakdown. I'd also have to stash Julia's car somewhere because I didn't want to sell it, as that'd be an extremely suspicious transaction if the investigators did a search on vehicles owned by the Williamses. I decided to go as far north as I could before refueling, so if they looked for my car by asking gas stations,.