" He hung up the phone."Somebody called about the posting just now. We are to meet them at "The Purple Phalynx."I want you to wear something sexy." Wa...it a minute. You said it is about being a personal chef and taking kids to soccer games. What does sexy have to do with it?" she asked."Everybody knows, the better you look, the better your chances are of getting any job." He said.Gabriella didn't like the feeling of this as she sat in front of her mirrored vanity to comb her hair. She combed her. Kevin sensed something in me though – even before I realized it – as he later told me, once I admitted wondering about it, he started thinking it would be a “neat challenge” to see if he could convince me to go from “wondering” to “trying”. After that, he’d frequently “kid” me about how I should kneel.. eventually the kidding went to talking about “when” (instead of "should") I finally knelt, saying it with a confidence that he believed it would happen with certainty. The more he talked about. "I've always had a fantasy about fucking a mature white woman like yourself."She turned around and we began to kiss passionately while I playing with her pussy. She pulled out her tits and I sucked her hard nipples as she began to moan louder."We have to stop, we can't get caught at work Stephen."I reluctantly pulled my fingers from her wet cunt as she put herself back together. We continued like this for a few weeks. She was reluctant to let me fuck her as she thought she could never get. Saroja screamed in pain as Senthil was too rough kneading and biting her breasts.Senthil roughly slapped her saying “You slut bitch, don’t make any noise, while I touch you”. He then proceeded to rip her soaked petticoat. Roughly pushing her legs apart, he sank his mighty prick into her with a strong push. Saroja wailed at the assault “Aaaaaaaaaaa Senthil, Its paining a lot for me. Please do it slowly… OOOOOOO Ammmmmaaaa. I can’t bear this pain”, Saroja screamed in extreme pain. Senthil was.