I couldn't get enough.One night we were all out at dinner. My mom, my Dad and I and part-way through dinner she said she had a headache and was going ...ome. My dad offered to bring her home but she snapped at him to finish dinner and get us a cab home. My dad shrugged. No point in arguing with her. I got a naughty idea. I excused myself from the table and when I came back I sat down next to him where my mom had been. I reached in my purse and took out something and stuck it in his jacket. He. After frequent texting, we shared our pics. She was looking slim and was a typical Kerala woman. In most of her pics, she had worn churidars and I could figure out her well-shaped bosom through it.One day while I was leaving from the office, she texted me to meet her over a coffee. Since she knew that I would be going back home through her area, she gave a landmark which was a coffee shop and asked me to come over there.I reached that landmark in 30 minutes and was waiting for her. I texted her. That was more money than he could have made in five years at his old job. But the job ‘description’ was still pretty vague. “Ms. Angel I’m very flattered that you are willing to let me try out for the job, but I’ve never been a personal assistant before and to be truthful I’m not sure I can do it.” Ms. Angel lit up the room with another one of her smiles. She stood up and walked around to the front of her desk and partially sat on the edge. Her long legs protruded from under a snug skirt that. She remembered, and her thoughts came randomly: how he had at first, kissed her and bit her lips gently, while caressing her back, and feeling tingles run up and down her spine; and then how he wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her into him, so she could feel his heartbeat and mAke her breath quicken and she felt warm and safe; how she told him to stretch out on the bed, and she crawled over to him, mounting his erect cock with her mouth, and dropping down so that her mouth tasted.