She had already taken more than any of my other girls had, and from her actions, I was sure she wanted all of me.Whether that would happen or not, I d...dn't know. What I did know was that her enthusiastic mouth and contracting throat felt good. Really good.My hips thrust forward in spasm when my orgasm hit. I had just enough for-thought to at least lean back if not fully take a step back. I felt her hands squeezing my cheeks but beyond my orgasm, that was about it.When it was over, she continued. She introduced herself as Miss Cooper and asked for my interim status report which I duly handed her. Without another word she spent the next 30 minuets reading it, only to pause to mark it with a red pen and the odd sigh. Finally she looked up from the report, folded her arms and stared straight at me. "So Mr Benson what have you heard about me?"Struggling to keep my composure I stammered to say that she was very well respected but yet again she stopped me in my tracks."Why therefore, knowing. We gave our order and sat comfortably talking to each other.Trupti: What is your age? What do you do?Me: I am 20 years old and I am studying engineering. What do you do?Trupti: I am a house wife. I am 30 years old. I get bored sitting at home whole day so thought of meeting you.Me: Do you have any children? What does your husband do?Trupti: I have a 4 year old son. My husband is a photographer and stays out a lot of time. Do you have any girlfriend?Me: No, but I am engaged.Trupti: Engaged? Why. Jane often came and went during the day, or some neighbor might report to Jane that I'd strayed off limits."Well, I was actually checking that the kid I hired to snap photos of us was ready for that big moment. See him, over there by that tree? He ought to have taken some pictures through my bedroom window, too, from a branch of that same tree. I hope so. More insurance against blackmail, love. Like your underwear worn at all times now, and your makeup worn at least during our club meetings. In.