I can't believe they are this way." Do you think I'm a bad person. A slut? An easy girl?" This is all behind you?" First I need to talk to my mother. ...o make her understand." Will she believe you?" Yes. She'd do anything for me. We'll move out, I'm sure."I turned her head to look at me, held her chin in my hand. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips."Suzy, then that's all in your past. Life goes on. You start a new chapter." You still want to be my boyfriend?" As much as ever.. She was shocked to see I didn’t wear any underwear but she was quite.I lied down on my bed and ordered her “mere payr sahalou” she obeyed and my dick was erect even before she started touching me. I was staring at her cleavage and ordered her to remove her saree from her blouse. She obeyed as she was one unsatisfied horny widow. She was looking a bombshell in green blouse and her black bra straps were very much visible. I told her to massage my dick. It was clear she too wanted sex.As she came. She pushed me gently away from our clinch, rising quickly up from the sofa pulling me with her towards the bedroom.We entered the bedroom. My lust was increased by a wonderful sense of decadence, the afternoon sun streaming through the window, with my beautiful sensual perfumed boss, with a slight buzz from the drinks I had consumed, sexually stimulated, expectant of an illicit coupling with a beautiful mature sexy woman, on edge, insecure that she would find me a good bed mate and I would not. A business-like woman answered the phone and took down her details before asking her what she wanted. In a faltering voice Angie said out loud the words that she had said in her head so many times, ‘I want to book Clara for an evening on the 25 May.’ There was silence at the other end of the phone save for the turning of pages, and Angie could feel her heart beating fast. ‘Yes, she is free,’ came the reply eventually. ‘Do you know the fee? It’s £1500 per evening paid up front. Anything extra is.