He introduced us to his wife and to his secretary, who was there as well. There was a small conference table at the other end of the room, and Mr. McM...aples pointed us towards it. Jack and I sat next to each other. Mrs. McMaples didn’t join us, heading toward the kitchen instead.The CEO and his secretary sat across the table from us, and she handed two large folders at us. We sat looking at the folders without opening them. The CEO leaned back in his chair and told us what the folders contained.. One of those voices sounds familiar, I think as Miguel turns around and looks at me inquisitively.“Is everything okay, amor?”I’m just being paranoid as usual, I think and shake my head and smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never done something like this and I’m still a little nervous.”“We’ll make sure you’re one hundred percent comfortable.”My smile widens. “Okay. Thank you.”Despite his placating words, I'm still feeling a bit anxious. I hope that they all like me, I think. Then it was the turn of her jeans and panties, her hand moved to her crotch area as she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zip.Her hands then headed for her hips which she then hooked her thumbs between her hips and her jeans themselves, she gave them a quick tug allowing them to fall freely to the floor allowing me to see her arse and legs. I tried not to smile as she bent over to pull her legs out of her jeans when I saw her panties as they were the ones I used to have a wank over a few. Her breasts were 36d which always conquered my imagination alongwith her rounded derriere . She looked very much like a typical conservative gujarati woman although she was a maharashtrian married to a gujarati guy.It was during that time in 1997, when my parents and my brother had to go to our native place for one our relatives’ marriage for about a week. I had opted to stay in the house. My mother was telling me that she had told pratibha aunty to look after my food as she was about to leave,.