Now even if she was suspicious I could blackmail her with the Photo's and just hope she wanked at work some time and it was conceivable that I had the...e pictures. Her cunt was beautiful her black pubes were trimmed around her neat looking pussy. Hadn't been used much by the look of it. I spread her lips again moving her hand. I could just see her emerging clit. My mouth was watering. I had to have a taste, so I leant forward and ran my tongue up her lips dipping it into the mouth of her tight. My husband went out of the station to collect money and I called Rahul to come near my home. He came and waited near my street end and I dressed up in yellow saree and had made up. When I went to the street Rahul was waiting in the car. Rahul was a medium fair looking guy and we drove to a hotel out of Coimbatore and he already booked a good star hotel. Then we entered the room and he immediately closed the door. I got scared and started to sweat. He then got me near the bed and made me sit on. But the thing making me most uncomfortable was his hard dick which was pushing against my ass.I was very uncomfortable in that situation and was shocked but didn’t know what to do. I remember every minute passing felt like an hour at that time but was scared to even move away. I could clearly smell alcohol from his lips sitting right next to my ears. I gradually started feeling as if he was moving his hips as if he was screwing my ass. I kept pretending as if I was asleep but he kept getting. "You never know when you need every bit of energy around Candy." Smart ass," I grouched. My annoyance didn't keep me from cleaning my plate. After all, you never know.Steven Armstrong's house was even more of a mansion than Edward Stanton's place. Three stories tall, made of carved stone and glass, it was elegant instead of gaudy. Classy. It didn't pretend to be the home of a wealthy man, it just was.We pulled into the driveway and walked up to the dark, polished front door. Ginger answered on.