??You never like giving up. Always want it taken from you.?He lets go of her legs. She sighs, takes in a breath and relaxes her muscles. He rises up a...nd straddles her upper torso with his weight resting on his knees. She attempts to knee him in the back. ?Can’t grab me with your legs this time.?He lowers his weight, trapping her arms under his ankles with his knees positioned alongside her shoulders.?Now what?? He asks.?I got nothing.? She replies.?Oh. You have more than you know?.Open your. "That's it, nasty girl" I say, "play with yourself for me". She moans again, her head going back and her body arching. I wait till she subsides; panting, and then I rip off her skirt, leaving her in only her pretty, black lace panties, and her heels. She gasps, surprised by the sudden, violent movement, and her legs suddenly buckle inward, her moans increasing in pitch as her hands continue to fondle her breasts.I catch her, supporting her as I whisper in her ear, "Stop". She groans, but her. She was realising she had left it too long before acquiring a lowly male to torment and she was relishing displaying her power in punishing me later. When finally sated she had me kneel down, my face to the floor in front of the chair while she alighted from it. I was allowed to look up only whilst re-fitting her sandals for her; just this simple act of servility had my cock stiffening again, as I humbly fastened each leather strap for this magnificent and superior woman. She tutted as she. Her name is Payal. She is a Punjabi girl, 27 years old with a sexy and slim figure. Her figure must be 34-28-34. After our first encounter at her apartment, we were waiting for more opportunities to get inside each other’s pants. In the office, I try to be professional but used to crack some adult dialogues. This increased my productivity.One day in the office, I sent a message to Payal.Me: How are you, dear?Payal: I am good, sir. How are you?Me: I am good too, how is my factory?Payal: Good.