She had come to work for the same company as I a couple of months ago, as our Human Resources Manager.She had a university education and spoke with a ...cultured accent.Sarah was always smartly dressed, usually in a blouse and skirt, but sometimes she would wear something that was obviously designed to show off her wonderful cleavage; a low cut sweater. or even a stylish t shirt. Her creamy white skin was a sight to behold and a massive turn on for me personally.I fancied Sarah like mad, and even. She came with some food and Sat on the chair with her legs up and her Saree was a bit lowered than usual. She was enquiring abt dad and mom, my eyes were fixed on her cleavage. She knew I was watching her. She then asked me What I was doing on the terrace, I was a bit afraid and said sorry I will not do it again. She then laughed and said not to worry it’s okay, but do it in the bathroom others will get afraid if they see your sulli “cock”. She asked ‘epatinunchi kottukuntunav ?’ Since when. " Alright Daddy." He was so brusque. What had I done wrong? I tried to find the answer on his face but he wouldn't look at me. Hurriedly he put on his pants and shirt, slipped into a pair of sneakers and went downstairs. I brushed my teeth and dressed, and when I joined the rest of the family I found Dad standing close to Mum by the stove. He was flirting with her, patting her ass and whispering things into her ear, the kind of act he put on when he was in really good spirits. Mum loved it, of. Then, he went around and pulled the rectal thermometer from her butt. It also read 98.6 degrees."Damn, Annette. The two thermometers show too much discrepancy for me. I'll have to take your temperature rectally again. This time we'll use a more accurate thermometer. But brace yourself. This one is a little larger than the last one was."As she lay on her belly, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide open for the doctor, though he hadn't asked her to. She was that eager for something to.