"Are you sure?" continues the girl."Well maybe you could buy me lunch," says Master K.The girl looks at Master K and says: "Well, I can do better than... that."Still under the desk, she kneels and puts her hands gently on Master K's trousers just where his delicate bulge is in between his legs. She begins to massage it, feeling the texture of the trousers underneath the tips of her fingers."Let me feel you," she says earnestly."Be my guest," Master K replies, and she grabs hold of the belt around. What a great feeling! I wished immediately that I had figured this trick our a long time ago. The steady beat of the water flow created a rhythmic pattern that zoned me out to the land of sexual plunder. I was fantasizing in my mind of Jon coming home to find me in the nude on the couch masturbating to the sound of an afternoon rain shower. I saw myself totally unaware of his presence as the rain covered all sounds of his entry, and I was naked, my eyes shut, my hands moving around and over the. This sent Claude into fits. His ass had been stretched open and his balls restrained, and now she was going to milk his penis. He kept mumbling through the gag things like “Oh my god” and “Please, no more.”, but Mistress Claus wouldn’t relent. She acted like he was actually her husband and he was gonna pay for all of Santa’s indiscretions.That evil laugh is all Claude could hear as she tormented him. The friction from her harsh strokes were causing Indian. In his house, I saw his father and I learnt that his mother passed away 6 years back. Before dinner, my boss came to me and said that, I look very pretty and he is damn attracted to me. I was surprised but just hid my feelings. He slowly took my hand into his and said, “ranjana, I am too lonely, I need love, why dont u love me? Hug me please”……. I was shocked this time and just did not know how to reply. Meanwhile, there was dinner call. We three had dinner and his father left upstairs. My boss.