From time to time, one of the men would glance in your direction, checking you out, and trying - surreptiously - to make eye contact. But you were wel...l used to men doing that, and knew to keep your eyes averted to discourage interest. Neither of the girls appeared to show any interest at all. Both were corporate drones - white blouses, dark suits, high heels, although one of them - a tall brunette with long legs - did glance over a couple of times. But each time you had attempted to catch her. “This is Savita. How can I help you?” she said over the phone.“Of course, Bade Sahab. I’ll be right in.” replied Savita Bhabhi once she came to know it was no other than her Bade Sahab calling her. As she started walking towards her Bade Sahab’s office she started thinking why he called her. And then it struck her “I guess that horny bastard wants his coffee break ‘massage’.” As Savita Bhabhi entered her Bade Sahab’s office she found that Bade Sahab was talking to someone named Mr. Bhagat over. Mera roj subh 10 baje ke karib college jana hota tha or aunty ka saman purchase karne janeka, ek din aunty gadi ko kick mar rahit thi or who start nahi ho rahi thi kyon ki tvs ki gadi’s ki kick bahot tight hoti thi, who itna jor nahin laga pati thi, to unhone mujeh start karke dene ko kaha us waqt maine unhe start kardi, tab tak mere dil main koi bura khyal ya feeling nahin the, Lekin ek din maine gadi start kar ke unhe diya to fatak se unhone accelerator ko pakda or race karne ke liyeh mere. The only position you're in the position to do right now is to do as I ask. If you don't your suffering will be quite painful and enduring. So ... shall we start again?" I stopped speaking in order to calm down. My anger had risen at his demands, much more than I cared to admit.He shut his mouth and stared at me, trying to figure out who I was and what was going on. He would know soon enough. Oh yeah ... he'd definitely know soon enough."As I asked a bit ago," I calmly spoke, "That was one hell.