'I will get this', he said, pulling his hand out from under my dress, his fingers tracing a line all the way down my thigh.I looked as he pulled out h...is wallet in the darkness and paid the Taxi driver, as he did so, my mind was racing, he had touched me, in fact, I could still feel his fingers, as my body hung onto the caress, it was more than my husband had done down there past nine months.'Gramps, I thought I was going home first', I mildly complained?'I can do with your company, for the time. Indiansexstories.Net/office-teacher/office-sluts-became-my-slaves-part-1/Sorry for the delay in the story. I was busy with the activities ;) :p as always, feedback, encouragement, suggestions are welcome and requested at .Coming back to the story, the next day after the incident, I send a message to both tanvi and ashma that reads “Good morning my dear slave, do not forget your homework or be prepared to be punished.” I, with creative dreams gets dressed and gets to the office and wait for the. I put my finger to my mouth as if to say shhhhhhhhh, she didn’t say anything, and turned toward the TV again.I gently rubbed her pussy though her panties, feeling her becoming slightly damp, her body had moulded its self into mine. My fingers tried to gain entry into her pants but the elastic on the leg was too tight, I rubbed her once more over her pants, cursing the fact I couldn’t get inside them.She moved away from me and left the room, but returned a few minutes later and got back in the. Jeff Parker, I know him, not well but I knew who he was, a real sleazoid in the sales department at work. The guy had more conquests under his belt than anyone I had ever heard about. I had also heard that his wife helped him get women into their bed. So it wasn’t her in there, I’m pretty sure this guy would know who Jeff’s wife was. The line moved again. I was getting closer. Every once in a while I could hear a scream of pleasure echoing out of the bedroom, it was quickly muffled. The.