She came from around her desk, hugged Cindy like a daughter, then turned to me. “I am Doctor Aneeta Patel. Cindy calls me ‘Mizz Aneeta’ and I am... satisfied with that. And you are Haley Simon, correct?” And she pronounced it ‘See-moan’ like it’s pronounced back home.“Yes, ma’am,” I said.“Do not be nervous, Haley. Cindy has given me much practice at this. You and I can talk for a bit, then I want you to meet some people.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Haley, I’ll be up the hall for a bit. When you finish, text. The moment her eyes grazed mine, I signaled her to come out. She looked at her husband, then me and raised her eyebrow asking what?I kept quiet and was now very confident about banging her because the nature of signaling was secretive. Now I got busy planning to have her privately. I looked around and found that they were living in the house just behind the hut. The tea stalls only business is from the travelers on the road.I walked slowly towards the hut with my eyes moving from Archana to her. Achan aalu valiya thandhra saaliyaa anganononnum kunna chuvappu vare pooril kayatti oru penninem kalichu vara dhaanam kodukkillaa… adhinu Kathride midukku polirikkum… kali mootha patros ocha vakkadhe yida naazhi kadhaku thurannu kathride maniarayil yethi…. Appozhum Kathri Achante kunna muzhuvan yidichu kayatti kalaichu tharaan prerippikkunnu… Achan aakatte stiram kai vaanam vittu nalla valippam ulla kunna yenghane kathri de prasavikkaatha yidunghiya pooril yidichu kayattum yennu oru roopavum. She felt his hands under her shirt, holding her hips, pulling her closer and harder onto him. After tearing off his shirt she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, hungry to discover what she would feel pressing into her wetness. He unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as possible, revealing a black lace bra. But it was not her tits he was interested in, not at this stage. He ran his hand down the front of her, down to the waist of her skirt. He slid his hand under her skirt, into her wet.