”She looked shocked, she must not have expected that I ask her so soon to hold my cock. She mumbled, “I just came here to ask why you called me.�...�I knew she was lying. No women say I came here to fuck! It is a man’s job to understand women. So I understood her and ordered. “Do as I said.”She slowly pulled down my zip and put her hand inside. What a touch. I trembled at the soft touch of her hand. She too trembled upon touching my big cock. She started caressing my cock with her big soft hand.I. Here I comes with another story. But this happened at another place.It happened again in Pune.It was again Sunday around 4 pm in summer days. I was alone at home, watching IPL match. Door bell rang and Karuna came with naughty smile. She was busy on phone while entering. She entered and went directly to the kitchen. I went to kitchen and asked who was there on phone? She smiled and said ” No body”. After I insisted she told me that he was old boyfriend from school and living at her native. On her way back to her desk after that first day several of the junior exec'swho she had once been equal to freely cop'd a feel as she passed by. Most ofthem remembered the scene's from the video they had seen at the bachelorparty and couldn't wait to get their one time competitor in a compromisingsituation. Her recent lashing made her jump more then normal when theygrabbed at her which delighted them all the more.That evening she dutifully remained at her desk while all the otheremployee's. I'd never felt the kind of desire that couldn't be satisfied by a quick, or even a lingering, more pleasurable, standard fuck with a like-minded partner.Until that night. Now, I know something about the incredible pleasure of surrendering to a man. The right man, that is. A hot, sexy, passionate man, who knows what he wants and isn't afraid or embarrassed or tentative when he tells me he wants it; who lavishly praises and encourages and responds to me when I give it to him. Oh yes, I know all.