I wouldnt turn him into the monster my dad had turned me into. He didnt deserve it. The ride home was uneventful. Ricky kept asking me what was wrong,...surprised that I had made us leave his apartment without even getting mine. There was worry laced in his words, a fact that made me feel even more guilty. Was it that I made you swallow? he asked. I laughed, because of all things to make me upset swallowing was furthest from my mind. No, Ricky, I said. I just dont want to do it. Im kind of tired. Mere umar 24 saal hai lekein mujhe aunty bahut aachi lagti haine.Well you knows me very well I m 23 and my Natraj pencil is of 7 inch till now by all your grace. Well ye aunty raipur se chadhi thi. Woh apne 2 saal ke beti ke saath ist ac compartment me chad gayi aur uski seat bilkul mere saath tha I mean it was only for two people to sit I hope you understand. Well jab main us raipur station me utra to maine uske pati se mila uske pati ne mera mobile number liya aur mujhe kaha ki please meri. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal. I had the hook. I just needed the bait."Gentlemen, Miss Smith, I am Sheila Schwartz, soon to be Schwartz-Richards. The reason you are in this room is that Sean and I have had dealings of a business nature, which are of interest to your readers, right? Right?" All the heads nodded.. Without question she did my bidding. I slid my pulsating shaft along the crack of her arse until I reached the gateway to glory, and I entered her. Either because of shock or plain old burning desire she buried my cock in her hairy pussy as far as it would go. She was trembling as she did so, but she went so far as to grind her arse against my cock once it was properly seated. She was still holding my hands against her boobs mightily, but she managed to twist her head around and bury her mouth.