The meeting went well and the MD left as he had a flight to catch.Now, it was me and Garima. It started with official talks and then slowly went on to...personal. We shared our backgrounds, family, likes, dislikes and a few things. We were gelling well. I learned that she is married, like me and has a kid too. I was surprised as she just didn’t look like a mother. So I complimented her,A: Garima, you don’t look your age or even a mother. Seriously!G: Even you don’t look like one. You look like a. Even in the position she had adopted, he found it almost impossible to centre his aim of attack. Help came from his Mistress's hand; she grasped him gently between thumb and forefinger and guided his missile to its chosen silo.He rammed the whole of his purple veined cock into her depths. She screamed but did not resist his initial thrusting instead, she raised her rear a little higher and made his entry into her a little less fraught with the danger of him bending his cock too much. The angle. Pete’s crotch was at eye level to Erin and she immediately told him to take his cock out. Apparently Pete couldn’t get it out fast enough and Erin blew him, making him cum within minutes and swallowing his load again. Sadly that was the last time the two of them ever got together. Pete put more of an effort into his marriage and we respected that about him.Fast forward to recent times. Pete is still with his wife, she’s back to being a bitch but there’s still no playing although Erin has had. In a couple of minutes, my eager enthusiasm and determination convinced her, but she said this wasn’t the place – and that anyway this had only been the warm-up and she had intended to take me home with her. ‘You can stay for a while, can’t you?’ she asked. As Diana knew, my parents were avid bridge players, and on Wednesday evenings they played at the local club and did not come home till nearly half past eleven. I was an only child, so as long as I was home by eleven o’clock, no one would.