As she withdraws her fingers, her pussy juice forms an arc between her fingers and the entrance to her pussy; she takes her hand to her mouth, her fin...ers covered in her thick and creamy cum. She licks her fingers, she smiles, she loves how wet she is. “Dessert before breakfast”. She goes back to work, this time she is moving her fingers more furiously while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She wants to cum bad. Soon she is panting and moaning. She lets out very soft moans and inhales. Aaaahhhaaahhhh!!! I now gleefully located her clitoris and the moan gave me a perverse thrill. “Neeru was in a hurry to switch off the phone and screamed bye ohhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmaaaaaa he just managed to cut off the phone as I pressed her throbbing clit hard with his tongue and then flicked it a couple of times. All thoughts of her husband vanished as a surge of liquid heat rushed through her loins over powering all her other senses. I again stopped at the entry of the pussy. By now Neeru’s. "I don't," I promised as she bit her lip; my heart sank a little further."You do. You all do. And I can't get another job," she cried. "I got fired and who needs to employ someone who did that. I don't know what came over me." Half the town," I joked, but the tears streaming down her face told me that it was an unappreciated quip. "Sorry!" She gulped and I touched her hand. "That's why I wanted to find you," I added. "I want to offer you a job. Working for me."She dropped her spoon in her. Oh, and payment in advance!My first Tuesday was with the wife of an instructor, of all things. I later got the full story: she wanted a baby, but her husband was not able to produce. He, too, wanted a child, but no amount of fucking had done any good. The woman had turned to me in desperation, since any of the normal channels were too expensive on her husband's salary.I took the job and showed up at Mrs. C's house at 2:30 on a Tuesday afternoon. This was perfect timing from her point of view,.