My dad passed away due to an illness when I was just 10 years old. After that, it was me and my mother, a happy family of two. My father was a guy wit...h old civilization thinking. He did not let my mother go out to parties wearing modern attire, etc. A beauty trapped in a cage of marriage. After my father died, we moved from Mumbai to our village house. My grandparents took good care of my mom and me. But my grandparents wished me to have higher education in a good institute.So, we. If I were just a few inches lower, or if she lifted her legs just a smidgen...I glanced up and saw Judy, my "administrative assistant" smiling at me. Actually she wasn't *my*assistant; I shared her with three other guys, but they were gone a lot so it *seemed*like she was mine. Judy had once divulged to me her take on the title, 'administrative assistant.' "Hell, we're all secretaries - as least that's how I think of myself - but if that call us 'admins' they don't have to pay us overtime or. "Yes, a lovely face if I do say so," added the somewhat younger woman with auburn hair and sharp exotic features."Her body seems pleasing enough," added another."Well," observed the other woman, "her legs are certainly her best feature. And she does have a tiny waist, but her breasts are rather unremarkable." I like the way she squeals," smiled the man with a heavy European accent."Oh, Belzer, you like the way they all squeal," retorted the auburn haired mistress bringing a laugh from the. As the lecturer seems to be winding down, Donald again lifts Emma a little and slides out of her. His cock is between her legs again, and he runs his handkerchief up and down her to dry her some, then with it covering his glans jerks himself to cumming.Relieved, he tucks himself back into his pants and kisses the back of Emma’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispers to her.When the lights come back up, besides being a little red in their faces, Donald and Emma look respectable. And in reality, no.