While I was lost in thinking she again spoke saying what about dinner tonight? Again a shock MD of a company asking me to accompany her for dinner? An... the common answer was yes mam, don’t call me mam call me shreya I like it that way, Ok 9′ o clock taj banjara see you she said and left the room.I went back to saloon for facial which I thought was needed and I now it was 9 and I am at taj waiting for her. She came there in a black Mercedes wearing red half saree sleeveless. My mouth was again. I told her about my slaves. I left nothing out. By the time I was done she was sitting in stunned silence. That’s when I dropped the biggest bomb. It was something I had discovered in dad’s files and it involved her parents. ‘Mac, your parents were also clients of my father’s. You were six and your father came to my father because he was having trouble with your mom. She was unhappy and your father didn’t know why or what to do. That’s when they became clients and that’s when dad discovered. Couple of women was standing next to me. I had a black leather bag with some drawings in them used in my work. Since the crowd was more, the women started slanting on me and the drawings in the bag started bending. So, I used my right hand to control them as I was at the left of the bus. When I started controlling my bag, I was unknowingly touching the thighs of a woman standing next to me. Then I started to realize that it’s a nice chance to enjoy for a while. It was almost a 1.30 minutes. Steering with her hips, she directed her sex to my mouth. The blunt tip of my tongue opened her up and the tang of her copious juices tasted sublime. She gasped, not delicate airy ones but hard, deep moans. Referring to my porno mags again, I knew enough to be dangerous. Flicking at her rapidly, she yelped, “Fuck, not yet, slave!”My naivety exposed, she held me tightly and rubbed her sex over my mouth. Sliding my tongue inside her, I felt her grasp weaken.“Mmm… big cock, long tongue… more.