I immediately bend down to pick them and while doing so I noticed that it was the same woman from the café. I quickly apologized to her for not payin... attention and helped her gather all the stuff. However, a string of one of the bags broke. It was a Vero Moda bag and had some expensive clothing in it. She got a bit agitated and I handed the bag to her hand and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you another”. She said ,”Its ok, I’ll manage”, but I insisted and told her to wait there on a bench while. As soon as the session was over he called his secretary in hurriedly writing a note. "I want you to take this to Mrs Hudson, the widower who lives along the old Roman Road," he told the young man, putting into the note the barest details before folding and sealing it. "And be quick about it!" he added, his heart pounding with the very thought of the afternoon's entertainment.As midday approached, John called a halt to the proceedings so he could enjoy his lunch, and went over to the coaching. Story plot: A married lady get into the trap of gym instructor & becomes his sex toy. “Ohhhhhhhhhh ummmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhh ” shweta was moaning louder as her ass getting rammed by Jeet’s Hard 8 inch cock. Her expression was a mixture of pleasure & guilt of cheating her husband.“You bitch you are gonna get more next week be ready for the delight” Jeet told her as he dressed & leave lying her naked on her bed. She was drenched in semen, her heart was running fast, though she was so tired her mind. “He’s been warned, don’t worry” Mrs Smith reassured her, then to him: “Put your head down, concentrate on what we’re doing.”After some vigorous wanking, she handed his cock back to the blonde, who gently worked her soft lips over his length and swallowed him.“Keep your head down, you don’t need to see what she’s doing to you. The feeling should be enough.”The blonde continued her feast and Mrs Smith reminded him: “Concentrate – we don’t want any accidents”She then stood against the wall,.