1) Disha Takes Control

I watched as Disha turned towards me, the obedient Pakistani housewife now transformed into a prowling full bodied MILF. Her face an image lust with her dark unblinking eyes trained on me. Not letting me go. I thought she suited her new found confidence. "Closed the shop, Disha?"

"Yes, Mike."

"Oh." The impulse purchases rattled as I backed against the counter. "But..." Of course, I knew why but wanted to ask. "How come? One of your customers is still inside... namely, me."

Disha rested her manicured hand on my shoulder, then ran her painted fingernail down my cheek to my chin, where it stayed for a moment. "You're a regular." She lent towards me until we shared the same air. I could feel every breath, the heat from her skin and smell the floral perfume. She purred,"And I sometimes treat my regulars to freebies."

"What? You've never even as much as given me a free paper bag."

"Look, do you want to fuck me or not?" I nodded like a scorned child. She then snapped. "Then shut your mouth, you petulant child. Never, talk back to your elders."

Disha might play the doting, almost downtrodden wife in public. But I've heard raucous arguments form her apartment below ours. She runs the house and Abbas and Ria live under her rule. So, not wanting to ruin my chances of having some fine, if a little dangerous. brown ass, I quickly climbed down. "Er... yes. Of course. Never again, Disha. You've been my number one wank since I first did it at the age of thirteen."

"Aw, so sweet."

"It's true." I closed my eyes as Disha's hand snaked down my chest, over my belt where she then rested on my swollen cock. My mind ripping up the rule book of social interaction, I muttered breathlessly. " I always dream about you and your dau..."

"What was you about to say?"

"Nothing."

"Good." Disha held my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it downwards before kissing me. But she then broke off to whisper into my ear. "If you ever as much as." Her hand "Lay a hand on my Ria before marrying her." Her hand then grabbed my cock in a vice-like grip. "I'll gut you like a fish and feed your innards to the cats."

"I understand."

"It's good..." Disha pulled the zipper down on my trousers. "That we have an understanding." She then fished out my cock with her jewellery heavy hand, then climbed down to her knees.

I closed my eyes and gasped as I felt the warmth of Disha's mouth engulf my cock. "We sure do."

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