The night ends

Mrs. Arora then asked me to lie down on the sofa and spread my legs apart. I obeyed, feeling a sense of resignation mixed with anticipation. What did she have in store for me next?

Mrs. Arora knelt down between my legs and began caressing my thighs gently. Her fingers traced patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, she moved higher, teasing the edges of my pussy without actually touching it.

I squirmed under her touch, my breath coming faster. I was desperate for release, but Mrs. Arora was taking her sweet time. Finally, when I couldn't bear it anymore, she slipped two fingers inside me, curling them upwards to hit my G-spot.

I cried out in pleasure, my back arching off the sofa. Mrs. Arora smiled and increased the pressure , thrusting her fingers in and out rhythmically. She added a third finger, stretching me further as she pumped faster.

My orgasm built steadily, reaching its peak as Mrs. Arora rubbed my clit in circles. I came hard, my entire body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Mrs. Arora then removed her fingers and leaned forward to kiss me again. This time, our tongues tangled together.

As we lay there panting, Mrs. Arora finally declared that she had decided on the perfect saree for her daughter's wedding. She thanked Mrs. Sharma for her excellent service and promised to recommend her to all her friends.

With that, we said our goodbyes and left the mansion. On our way back home, Mrs. Sharma congratulated me on handling the situation well. She admitted that she was impressed by my resilience and adaptability.

"You've got a bright future ahead of you, Anjali," she said warmly. "With your skills, you'll definitely go places. For your good work today you will be a given a hefty commission and a week of paid leave. Enjoy."

I didn't reply, lost in my thoughts as I stared out of the car window at the passing scenery.