Next morning near 9.30 Shbnum aunty rang me and asked me that am I coming? I said her yes, any problem she told me no there is no any problem and that...she is waiting for me. I went to her home exactly 10 o, clock. She received me warmly and asked to sit. We both sat in lounge. I took my purse and dragged money and asked her to aunty your money. She became very pleased and took the money from me. I asked her that if there is no any other order for me then let me go. She asked me in angrily that. Throwing a pillow at his face, I curse myself for not thinking to cover my nudity instead. He catches the fluff, and sets it aside. A simple smile turns his full cheeks into the cutest pair I've ever seen. "And what exactly was that for, hmmn?", he coos into my ear, as he slides into bed behind me. He is still dressed, but I can feel his heat extinguishing the iciness of my own body. Spooning, I believe, is the technical term for the position we're in. His hands don't dare cup my breasts, as if. He soaks it in. Car salesman smile traded in on a clunker of a ‘holy shit’ expression. Muffled sobs and raspy, gasping moans approach dangerous volume before the waves begin to subside and leave a vibrating, fluttering hum resonating in her womb and expanding throughout every nerve ending. I slow my fingers back to a gentle massage, softly toying with her spent cunt and entertaining myself by over-stimulating hyper-sensitive girl flesh. Her breathing is evening out, not back to normal but. ‘We do work for several of the smaller companies, some of them are still living in the dark ages though,’ she smiled. ‘Friend? Was that the girl I saw you with, last time?’ ‘Yes. That was Maggie, we went to college together and when we left, we decided to try our hand at running our own business. Maggie’s parents live in London and they let us stay in the flat over their garage for a small rent. They have always liked to travel a lot, so they never saw the need of owning a car, especially.