The Porsche became her transport to and from Slough, via the M4. I don't know if the car was an underpants dropper on males, although I imagine it cau...ed them to be envious, and probably gutted, when an attractive female, at the wheel of a macho Porsche 911 Turbo cabriolet, raced past them on the motorway.With her extra salary – Suki was the senior project leader at Aerial Tracking Services – and my bonuses bumped up salary, we lived high on the hog.We had practically no outgoings other than. So the journey was about to finish and all that happened was some of these touches. She had to get down at Nigadi and I helped her to get her luggage down. And then it happened! She asked for my number in case she needed any help in Pune.I gave her my number. As the driver was shouting I couldn’t take hers. I just cursed my luck and then got down at my destination. 2 days later, I got a WhatsApp message saying, ‘Hi Stranger’ and I immediately knew it was her. So we started our normal chats. Please Nina.” Nina huffed but grabbed the phone and said firmly, “Yes, I’m 38 years old and still spanked usually once a week sometimes more than that. Happy?” Nina was shocked to hear several youngsters laughing at the other end and realised she was on speakerphone. She blushed as she handed back the phone and was further humiliated when she saw the smirk on Emma’s face knowing another group of teenagers knew who she was and that she was still spanked. Initially she was furious but Nina. I snapped my eyes open, made contact with his and snarled at him to fuck me. To make me his. Somehow I took it all. Every delicious, fat inch stretching me like I'd never known, feeling his rhythm break down between my hissed words that probably contained eighty percent cusses a once nice girl like me should never utter.Eyes locked, my arms on his shoulders, I watched intently as his vision glazed and he shot a torrent of come into my spasming pussy, triggering some rippling aftershocks within.