"I left, knowing that the temptation would be irresistible. Stan and histhugs would try to break in and take the money from little old me, a poorhelpl...ss girl! I went directly to Mrs. Smith, told her what was going tohappen, and she alerted the police. Immediately after the kids were gone,she left, leaving me the only one there, except for the cop in the backroom closet. A single kick on the wall would bring him running. I wasthere all alone for maybe an hour when Chris, Stan's right hand. You know all the while your husband has been sending me pics of you I have been dying to touch your legs"I reached forward and placed a hand on her knee. She flinched a bit, but did not try to move it. I slowly slid my hand up under her skirt. She was more concerned about being seen than what i was doing, until I reached the gusset of her knickers. Then she clamped her thighs shut tight on my hand.I leaned forward and whispered in her ear "Janet, open your legs"She slowly obeyed. She was mine. Mena kaha no sabh ko pta chal jayga pakda jaynga . Usna kaha abhi sabhi khana kha rha hum tumhara room ma chalta ha aur mujha tumhara hoto ka rass penna ha . Me thoda sa hassi aur ok keh dia . Hum mera room mein gya aur lips ko chusna laga usna mujha bhot chusa aur meri ass sa pakad kar apnii baho ma utha liya aur wall sa lagakr khoob kiss kia aur baad mena usa kamra sa jana ko bola aur woh chala gya .Mein bhi kafi horny feel kar rahi thi aur pher anjali agai aur hum bed pa sau gya .Agla din. Membership now stands at about forty people, both male and female and we consider ourselves to me quite an exclusive set up. It is rather a sophisticated club and we meet about once each month for an evening of wining, fine dining and societal exchanges. The men all wear tuxedos and the women all wear fine evening gowns with no exceptions to the dress code. I suppose one meeting is pretty much like the last and so I will relate what was a fairly typical evening at the club when we dined there.