It wasn't the first time. God I hate this job. I need to blow off steam.My husband of five years, Dave had left this morning for two weeks of business...visits. He calls it business anyway, but always when he had to go to Chicago he was in a better than normal mood and he packed his finest clothes. I think he fucks some hot bimbo up there. Well at least he always comes home horny and we fuck like bunnies all weekend, the whole weekend. Just thinking about his nine incher has me sopping wet. Listen! I need only professional service and I don’t want you to cross your limits.By hearing this I was little upset. I m truthful to my profession and if women don’t need it, I won’t do it. But I am happy that I could see this goddess beauty for the next 7 hours.Me: sure, you will get only what you need. Shall we start?S: yes. Stay here. I will get undress and will call you inside the room.Me: see, I m going to be with you for next 7 hours and I don’t want you to be shy in front of me to get. Kitty let out a little squeal as I did that, so I repeated the dose a few times.Then she shifted her hips slightly, pressing her clit directly onto my tongue. I tried every trick I could remember. Little taps with my tongue, gentle flicks, writing the alphabet, but then settled into circling around the clit as Kitty rocked her hips. Her breathing grew louder, and her little moans and high pitched squeals became quicker.“So close...but let’s finish this differently,” she said, and shuffled down. I asked her to step in, but she said her children were leaving for vacation with their friends to Kodaikanal and asked if I would help them out with the route, accommodation, etc. I went outside and guided them as much as knew about the place and nearby and after that they left for their tour. The neighbor aunty, her name is Shobha, offered me tea and I went to her house for the second round of tea. We talked for some time and then I came back as I was late for my job. On that evening after.