Basically, I was going crazy.I could have waited in my apartment but I went to the railway station to pick him up. I had specifically asked him to com... by railway and not by AC coach. I wanted to smell his stench. He called me up at 5 in the morning. He was about to be there.I took my car and went to the station. I don’t know what was more wet, Bangalore road due to the drizzle or my pussy from the expectation and excitement! Thoughts were racing inside my mind.We finally met at the railway. "Wow! u r a gud kisser" a matured voice over the phone and I know its her mom. "Can u come to ma place?" she asked and "Yes" was the onli word came outta ma mouth.I reached her house in a jiffy and she opened the door wearing a blue saree. It was transparent and I cud see her cleavage flashing. So erotic!. She took ma hands and dragged me to her bed room where she had a box of chocolate desserts. The bedroom was at 18 degree temp with the air conditioner. So cold and she opened the box. Fed me. I'd been expecting to be made to suck the manager's cock, or maybe even lick Sandra and her fellows. Not this. 'Stick your head in, you brat,' she repeats, now threatening. She's bigger than me, and looks a lot stronger. She can call for help too. Reluctantly I put my head through the gap in the wall. Beyond is another room, much like the diner, but smaller, and empty. As the pillory closes on my neck and wrists I realise it's where the men in the know come, to drink and watch the faces of the. I hoped a cop didn’t see me swerving occasionally but at that moment I didn’t really care. The only thing I had on my mind was how good her lips wrapped around cock felt. Between that feeling and the occasional time where she pulled it out of her mouth and licked along the bottom of my shaft I was right on the verge of cumming. I wanted to give her my entire load deep down her throat and finally I did. When I came she went all the way down taking not only every inch of my cock but the load I.