I got up from her and used my T shirt to clean my dick. I left her there as I was angry on her and was a lot disappointed with her. I sat in the chair...and lit a cigarette. She came near me and sat on the floor, nude. She kept her head on my bare lap and said “Aatif, he was Aatif”. I stood up in shock and said “Aatif? WhoShe interrupted and said, “Haan bhaiyya, Aatif, mujhe usi ne khola tha” I said, “Kab?” She said, “3 saal pehle”Now another feeling of jealousy came into me. I thought. "I'm Ivy McReid, I've heard good things about you as a photographer." Oh, I do some but I'm hardly a professional. It's mostly just an interest of mine," I told her as I took in this nice mid-forties woman, about five-seven with quite a nice figure. She was honey blond, just down to her shoulders and had hazel eyes. She was rather pretty with nice skin and a winning smile."Yes, Elena Morales showed me some of the ones you took of her. I was wondering if you could do some for me?" Oh, well,. She took off her top and bra, her tits looked better than I thought, about a "c" cup. She had nice tan lines. She said I had to wear a rubber and I told her no as I was paying good money for this and I wanted to enjoy her, she agreed and she knelt down and took my semi hard dick into her mouth. It got to rock hard status quickly and she removed her jeans and panties and got on the bed. Her body looked better than I had expected, she had a nice light brown bush, not too thick and petite frame.. Yesterday, her veil had almost slipped as she had been chatting in a chat room with a man who seemed to be the ideal solution to her needs. When the conversation turned to a more private chat in the one to one rooms, she had given him her mobile number. All day today she dreaded the thought this stranger ringing her up at work and demanding she do something dangerous that could lead to her being sacked.She finally breathed a sigh of relief, when she had reached home without that dreaded but.