The tick tock of the clock on the wall. After about fifteen seconds had elapsed Marcia began to pick up the pace and soon she was thrusting her finger...into her pussy at least three times for every tick tock of the clock.The sounds of the clock were soon joined by Marcia's heavy breathing and then a rather loud thud as the Zane novel fell to the carpeted floor. But Marcia was oblivious to that and everything around her. Her now free right hand went straight to the buttons of her blouse. Much to. She slept on the mat at night and slept deeply.One night while she was sleeping, Montu Kumar had a look at her pussy by lifting her dhoti, and put a finger in the middle of her dark thick hair.Her pussy was dry and very smelly but no obstruction was found, which was not known then but now he understand that she was not a virgin.Then one night when Montu kumar woke up and saw that the thick maid's dhoti was up and her finger was moving very fast on her pussy.Then he could not. “We’ll find out all about it then.”“Can’t you at least stay and have dinner with me?” asked Terry. Class was over for the day. He’d suggested they have dinner every night. She’d consistently said she had to get home. She hadn’t told him about Owen, for some reason. They had eaten lunch together every day since the seminar started, but usually they talked about what they’d just heard in the classes. It was a good seminar.But in the evenings she needed to pick up Owen. Her breasts were full and. "Give me thirty minutes.As Vickie stood watching his progress, Laurel motioned to Yuki and the two retired to the dining room where they spoke in low voices for several minutes."Thirty-seven minutes, I must be getting old," grinned Donnie as Andrea's financial records flashed onto the screen."There are three women here who don't think so," smiled Vickie. "Now what can we do?" What do you want to do? I'm into her complete files, personal and business." Does she own stocks, bonds, anything like.