That was our first real interaction. Cut to holi day, when all the families gathered to celebrate it, i saw that her husband was quite a short guy, ma...ybe even shorter than her, bald and looked quite old. He was someone whom you would definitely categorise as impotent or incapable in the first glance, and thats what i did too. That day i decided it is my responsibility to make that woman happy and give that woman the pleasure she deserves.So the next time we travelled in the lift, I complemented. Still, even if I knew back then that she was connected with the mob through her father, I still would have not veered away from her. With her lush raven hair, big mahogany brown eyes, olive complexion, and a body to make any man swoon, she was intoxicatingly beautiful. We struck up a friendship, going out to lunch a couple times a week, and arranging to meet for dinner and/or drinks after work, once in a while. I was in love with her. She was special. College educated, she was very personable.. He seemed more than happy to say good morning and good night to me. He got a free kiss after all and got to wrap his strong arms around my tight teen body. When my parents would leave for work, I would prance around the house in just a t shirt and panties or my bikini bottoms. The first time he saw me in my panties his eyes got bigger but he didnt say anything about that either. My T shirts were short and it allowed him to see my ass cheeks wobble when I walked. I loved teasing him and it made. Shawn read to her from heavily bound books about, as often as not, heavily bound women. Jane cherished those Sunday mornings wrapped naked in robes. She loved the tenor of his voice, the rich black coffee and the little clouds of dust that swirled up in the light as he turned the pages. Each Sunday was a romantic epilogue to a weekend of torrid lovemaking before she dressed and returned to her dormitory. Jane threw herself into the vigorous studies of her double major, History and Literature..