Your clients must be very very rich.” Neema was being exploited, but deep inside she was loving every bit of it. She thought about the days before s...e started having sex with her own son. The days she felt she should get back at her cheating husband, by sleeping with random men.Neema was dripping already, moaning loudly, and had just ejaculated when she heard the beep sound of the handheld metal detector.“It is beeping more around her ass, Sir,” the junior officer passed the information on to. When we were in the bedroom the guys wasted no time in getting unchanged soon they were both naked waiting to fuck me, right guys lets do this I sighed as I got on the bed, already I had my skirt of so I was only left in my thongs and white top but I left those on as I like guys undressing me I loved it when I first met my husband but then all that stopped. The two hunks then got on the bed with me, wow this felt amazing; a hot married mother between two studs on my bed was just an awesome. The bathroom light and the kitchen lights were on downstairs and it comforted her, because she was afraid of both being alone and being in the dark. But the shadows still played tricks on her mind and she thought she saw movement in the den or spare bedroom. Weary of seeing who or what was there, she stood still. Her heart beat rapidly. She needed to go into the room and see if there was anyone there. It was the only way her heart would feel better. Slowly she picked her foot off the floor and. She had to admit, her hastily hatched plan to keep Mr Devonshire company today had succeeded beyond her most far-fetched expectations. So far, she'd touched his willie - okay, through his pants, but still - and there was the huge bonus of a brand new bra, a new bikini, two shirts and a sweater, a pair of stretchy, slinky slacks that hugged her bottom like cling-film, and six pairs of panties that were so disgracefully sexy that she blushed every time she even thought about them. Added to that.