He made contact first via text, so I decide to call him. I was nervous at first and I think he was too, but as we talk we both became more comfortable... well I did :-) So we set up the meet for the next day which was a Friday at around 11:00 am, with me hosting. We could only meet during the day, because of the fact that we are both married. I told him I would surprise him with a nice lingerie outfit and to call me about an hour before he was ready to leave, so I could get ready. The day of the. "That's a LOT more than I made as a real-estate agent, if I worked only four nights a week! Especially in this economy. No more working all hours of the day..." Well, yeah. It's good money, but you would have to be comfortable dancing and stripping in front of an audience." I warned her.She gave me a shrewd look as she examined me. "You don't think I could do it, do you?"Her tone gave me a warning of its own, so I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. "I always start the new. Com.To doston aaj mein jo kahani aap sab ko batane wala hun, woh kahani, ek ladies tailor aur uske grahak ke beech hui ghatna ki hai, aage ki kahani tailor ki jubani. Mera naam mitr hai aur mein ek ladies tailor hun aur meri umra 30 saal hai, meri dukaan ek bade sheher ki posh locality mein hai, yeh dukaan meine kiraye pe li hai aur dukaan malik sheher ki bohat badi hasti hai, unka ghar meri dukaan ke upar hi hai, aaj meine aapko bataunga ke kis tarah mujhe dukaan malik ki biwi ko chodne ka. ‘Remember it is huge as you are, babe” I giggled as he softly tried to make some kind of protest ‘No, wait…’ But the tip was already in, and then he gasped. ‘What do you mean, baby?” Don`t you prefer I fuck you again?” He asked crying in tears. I was almost all the way in his arse now. He moaned like a woman. I loved it. I always have loved how my lovely husband moans…His usually masculine voice somehow now was reaching a higher pitch when I was fucking his ass. I began to pump away now that.