I wondered how long it had been since she had had a dick inside her, and the prospect made my cock throb.I moved behind her and touched her lightly on...the shoulder. There was no reaction, she had obviously felt the cool air as I had entered the bathroom.I reached around her with both arms and embraced her fat belly, my cock pushing against the crack of her ass. She pushed back, and I knew she was impatient. I rubbed my hands over her sagging midsection sliding smoothly with the water and soap.. She is not fooled; she knows the game, too, and was playing it long before I entered the scene. Bitch.I hate them all. Myself not least.Then there's the entrance, with its doormen and luxurious red carpeting, and the elegant table with the gilt-lettered parchment, Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Plantagenet. I'm just Mrs. Him.The wine is typical-- the best doesn't get any better if you've had it seven times in the last year-- and the conversation doubly so. This is all building to a fever pitch for me, and. So to cut to the chase I got my campus selection and my company posted me in Mumbai. I rented out a flat in the western suburbs in a place called Malad. Life was normal work, friends and home for a while. But within in few months I realized I would need a domestic servant to maintain the home and going by the regular process I started asking people around. Finally after a month my security guard bought home a young chap, his name Guatam. Well let me tell you about Guatam, he was from U.P,. "I thought you enjoyed your afternoon with me."Marilyn closed her eyes. "I did, but that was before I had my body worked over by a man who knew what he was doing and paid attention to my body. Neil got me to pass out when I came. It's been perfect ... except." Problem?" I asked.Marilyn nodded as a tear formed in her right eye. "My parents threw me out. Neil is too old for me they said." How old?" Erica asked."He's a forty-two year old bachelor. I guess he got close to the altar a few times, but.