“Hi!” She said weekly.“Bothered about something?” He said as if reading her mind.“No, not at all. Do come in.” She said.He entered and loo...ed around. Seeing that she was barefooted he started taking off his shoes.“There is no need. You can come in just like that.” Sameera said.“No, it would be bad manners to wear shoes when the hostess herself is barefooted.” He said.“You are just being formal. I’m quite used to remaining like this.”Sameera smiled..Soon Rehan too joined them. She introduced. In my mind, that was just inviting me to do something. With renewed courage and another drink inside me, I got up and without a word, walked straight over to Carol, she was laid resting her head on her hands, still on her side. In complete silence we looked at each other and smiled, dropping down to my knees, I knelt in front of the sofa, my hands gently lifting her hemline.. I gently parted her ass cheeks to expose her ass and pussy, and without hesitation ran my tongue all the way down over. He would just have to go back inside and jack-off in one of the small rooms. She felt a streak of mean satisfaction as she watched him, his eyes riveted on her pulsing cunt. Carrie backed into the street, leaving the man standing in the parking lot with a huge bulge in his pants. As she drove away, she had a slight twinge of remorse. If it was as big as it felt, maybe I should have let him shoot it off in me, she thought. No. Let him go jack off instead. Carrie sped down the street and wiggled. "You've kept the place up beautifully, Brad," I said. "I appreciate everything you've done, especially meeting me here today. I'll add a substantial bonus for you when I send out the checks to pay the maintenance fees next month. When the estate sells, I'll also give any future potential employer a glowing recommendation on your capabilities. Do we understand each other?" We do, Mr. Wilson," he said, grinning.The bonus is for keeping my mouth shut, he thought. Fine by me. Got nobody to blab to.