Although Anjum was close to me, I never had an idea that she had such a disastrous married life. She was such breathtaking beauty.Soon my emotions got...into a mix of pity and lust. One day, out of curiosity, I asked her about this and she literally cried telling all those horrible past experiences she went through. In an act of consoling her, I wiped my neighbour’s tears and consoled her not to feel bad.She became even close to me and used to ask about my relationship, hobbies, and friends.One. " She had neverslapped me before, I didn't mind though."Okay, Angela" We enjoyed a very nice Italian meal and some finewine. Conversation was pleasant, but entirely normal. After dinner I droppedher off."Maybe I'll let you out next week." She saidwith that damned cat like grin and a very sadistic laugh. Two weeks later, three weeks after we changed thegame, she came over."I've got a change you are going to love."Angela said as soon as I opened the door. She was just in jeans and T-shirt,but. “Damn it, that feels so good.” I moaned as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I felt the warmth creeping up my legs and the familiar tingle starting in my belly. “Kevin, I am getting close, you are going to make me cum.” I said throwing my head back, my hips bucking against his mouth as he lightly bit my clit, pushing things so much closer. “It’s Ok Emma, I want to taste you.” He said. “I want to lick every drop out of you.” He continued to ravage my clit with his tongue and teeth as. "Is that his name?" I asked."Yeah. He's a great boss. Besides, I can use the overtime."I sighed. "So you'll still get paid then?" Of course. We are hourly workers, not commission. I don't rent my space like they do at most salons. And as I can do so many different services, I get paid a flat hourly rate, plus extras for certain services, and of course tips."Tips! Oh shit! I hadn't even thought about a tip. "Um, Ciera ... I ... um..." Don't worry hon, you can tip me next time you come in.".