"And I meant it. I'd give myself to this man, this stranger. Let him finger me, taste me, fuck me. Anything he wanted from my tightly strung body he c...ould have. The entire buffet. Tits. Tongue. Pussy. Arse.The orgasm I'd averted earlier began to resurface, thumping at the door of my psyche to be released. My mind brimmed over with tumbling thoughts of him on top of me, his suit pressing against me as I scrabbled to liberate his thick cock. Feeling its heat and authority in my hand. The velvet. She opened the door she was wearing pink salwar kameez and was looking damn sexy. Mera man kar raha tha usse yahin par chod dun but maine control kiya apne aap ko.Me: tune bola tha naa main tere collection dekh sakta hun.She: thik hai lekin tu please kisise bolna mat iss bare me.Me: thik nhi bolunga kisiko pakka and she got up close the main door of her home and came back then she started her computer and sat beside me on the chair. As clip started I was getting heated up. My cock had made a. This involves going to see one of the office staff.The woman responsible is a woman in her fifties who has a bit of a reputation.She took me to her little uniform cupboard and began to ask me for my sizes.I didn't have a clue so she said she would look at my shirt collar first.As my shirt was tight i had to virtually remove it so that she could see the size.This exposed my chest which seemed to be exciting her.I was also beginning to get turned on and my cock was beginning to stiffen.After she. I was far from being ready to fire them; I needed an escape, something to put me in a better mood. My husband must've read my mind. He shut and locked the door to my private office area. I felt myself getting wet as he stroked my face, brushing a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I sighed softly as he gently nibbled on my ear. He picked me up in his arms and I straddled his lap when he sat in my chair. He removed my shirt and bra, exposing my firm breasts, and kissed his way down my neck.