I asked him what he wanted to tell me he was so sacred telling me what he was in his mind and I had to convince him a lot. I was right he told me he ...has a crush on me. I was shocked hearing this because I never did anything to show him that I interested in him and but my life changed after this. I kind of started liking him as well. I still remember what he told me that if we start this we wouldn’t be able to stop. We use to spend more time together after work and we work in a Bpo so we our. I trace the ass crack line with one of my fingers. Anjali let out a soft moan. I won’t give it to her so easily. I love teasing her.I looked into her eyes with a naughty smile. I made her turn around, facing the wall. She wanted my touch. So, she started pushing her ass back and squeezing her boobs against the wall. The wetness on her boob was making a stain on the wall. She kept rubbing it all over the wall.I hug her from behind. Moving her thick hair off her back to the sides. Exposing her. .." Aren't you!"She looks down at my wet dishevelled hair."Bet your tongue is tired.", she grins."Uh-huh," I say, sitting on the floor of the shower and looking up at her shining cunt lips and her smiling face."Well, sweetie, it's time for your little reward, Stand up baby."She's sure loving this.She turns around, and spreads her long and slender legs, and pulls her arse cheeks apart, revealing her arsehole. I kiss it as I stand, running my tongue up over it."Mmmm, that's nice, darling. Now. It was something that she had hoped would be a long time in the future but circumstances pushed her into it without much pause to savor the sweet life any longer.Sometimes, she would enter into the upstairs hallway closet and sneak deep breaths of the custom-made leather saddle remembering her shame and humiliation with a delight that defied all reason. Once, she was almost caught by the upstairs maid sniffing the familiar equipment and "touching up" her buttocks with the vicious forked end of.