I rang the bell and waited. Someone was speaking in Bengali inside the flat. Then I heard the bolt opening and imagine who was standing infront of me....No yaar it was not her husband, I would have got a heart attack. It was not her mother-in-law too. It was her 11 year old maid. I asked her is aunty home. She looked like my aunty. I was guided to a living room. It was small and comfortable with everything in order and long couch. While getting comfortable on the couch I started getting ideas.. She pushed herself and bit upwards by her knees, put her hand on my dick, and placed it at the entrance of her glory.I held her waist. She and I both pushed herself down with so much force that my dick went right into her lubricated vagina, and she let out a big scream.I slid myself a bit flatter on the sofa, allowing her to have much better access to my dick. We both were looking into each other’s eyes. She had started moving up and down slowly. I used my hands to help her with that.My hands. I explained that as it was my first time, I was a little nervous about meeting someone online and I was also very discreet. He assured me that he was discreet as well and was a down to earth guy. Before logging off for the night, he left me one final message. “We’ll talk soon. My name is Tom, but you can call me Daddy.” My hands trembling, I replied simply “Yes Daddy,” before it soon became too much to think about and without realizing, I came all over my stomach and chest, eagerly lapping it. I reached into the back seat and pulled a black duffle bag upfront. Stepping out of the car I set the bag on the ground and opened it up. I calmly took inventory of the contents. A change of clothes, an extra two hundred thousand dollars in a zipper pouch, and three wallets each with cash and a false identity all compliments of my cartel. I pushed all this aside and reached for another zipper pouch, the weapons bag. I wore a black suit, specially made to fit my large and ridged physique. It.