Darla gave her a dark look, it had no effect. ‘I need a few minutes.’ I told Katey. Darla turned and headed for the door. ‘Hey, are you going to...pay for your order?’ Katey asked. Darla stopped, fished a $100 bill out of her purse, set it down and walked out. ‘Wow. Hey Danny, watch your rear end with that one!’ Then she stomped off, letting her irritation show. I went out and got into my van. I realized I hadn’t even told Darla where I was staying. Somehow I figured I didn’t need to. The. She was fairly good looking and in her mid 30’s. She had two children a daughter 18 years old and a younger son. She was working in our home since 3-4 years and my parents were pretty much comfortable with her. She used to have an extra key of our house as my parents fully trusted her. She used to do cooking, washing clothes and utensils.About her, she was good looking, a good figure and was much beautiful.She used to call her meena aunty. She was much friendly with me, served me what I. I sat back and took a sip of my drink.It wasn’t long before another guy sat down… and that was literally all they had to do that night, just sit next to me.. I’m not always that much of a slut.. but when the mood takes me… this guy was much older than me. Thin and balding, with a school-teacher air about him that I instantly responded to… he put his arm around me and I curled in so he could see and have access to my butt… he needed no further encouragement, tracing his finger along the silky. I grinned down at her and pushed on the dildo's base. She sucked harder. Groaned louder. I felt resistance from her sphincter. The vibrator slowly sank into her asshole, teasing the slut.“You like that, don't you?” I said, pushing the vibrator deeper and deeper. “Oh, yeah, you just savor that, don't you, Si'lat whore?”She whimpered around my cock. Her passion hummed around my sensitive dick.“That's what I thought,” I said, pressing the vibrator's base down to her asshole, the rest in her.