“It’s not what it looks like.” She said.Because Mike wasn’t expecting a woman, he had to be sure he wasn’t making a mistake.“Who the fuck ...re you?” He asked.“I’m Jay-Jay.” She replied. “This isn’t what you think.”“What are you doing breaking into my property?” He said.“I came across two battery drills on the rocks yesterday and wondered if they might be yours.”“Really!” He said to her. “Would you like a glass of freshly poisoned milk before you start telling me the truth?” “There’s a camera. She called me for lunch for many times, but because of shyness.I avoided it last Sunday I cooked chicken and went down to give her a small parcel when I knocked her door, she opened it after 5 minutes, she looked very sleepy, and her pallu did not cover her boobs.I can clearly see her nipples since she did not used bra. I got a sudden temper; I took much effort to hide my bulge inside my pant. She called me inside with sleepy smile and told me it’s a sweet surprise that I was there in her house. Maybe she isn't quite as prim and proper as I thought. Maybe she doesn't care enough. I've already rung the workshop, showed them the photos and a little facetime video of it. They are picking it up tomorrow and will be fixed in a day. No harm done, really.I'm watching the sunset out on my deck at the back and there's some amazing clouds brewing. Storm today or tomorrow for sure. Just as the sun dips below the horizon, I hear my doorbell go. Checking my phone I see it's her and as I pad towards. He played with her breasts and squeezed her buns. "Ohh, James, we shouldn't be doing this in front of these guys." Linda moaned. "And my husband could be back any minute."James took her hand, put it on his cock and said, " I really don't give a shit if your husband gets back to see his slutty wife. 'Cause then I'll just have to explain what will happen to him if he doesn't play ball, just the way I expect you to be my sex slave. Besides he wouldn't be back for another hour at least. In the.