An excellent idea.’ ‘But wear something sexy.’ ‘Mr King…’ ‘It will be a top restaurant and patrons are expected to dress up.’ ‘Oh, y...ou meant to dress up. Yes of course.’ ‘Please meet me at Rafael’s. I have no wish to be so informal as to pick you up like a common date. We must think business.’ Becky left the office, her mind reeling. Janice the HR manager had told her the boss was a superb communicator. What she’d just heard from him was unprocessed garbage. The PA took her into an office on. I took a last mouthful of my rice and pushed the near-empty plate away from me.Dabbing my mouth with a napkin I resumed my conversation."So, what's your name?" I asked, indicating Valerie. She replied quite cheerfully, (as she would since I was in there with her, giving her the benefit of a flood of feelings that this was a man with whom she could be perfectly straight.) "I'm Valerie Kingston, this is my best friend Amy Robertson."Amy looked a bit taken aback to be included in this. Or mai unhe dabaye or choosi jaaaa rha tha voo moan kar uuuiiiii mmaaaa yeeeeehhhhhh uffffff uuumm fir mai tummy per lick kiya toh usne mera sir pakad kar apni penty ke uper daba diya mai bhi uski chut ki fragrance se mad hosh hogya uski penty gili thi usko maine chat chat kar or gila kardiya tha ,She moaned, uffffffff. Yeeeeeesss licckkk ittt bbaabyy licckkit eat it . Vo or zor se mere face ko apni painty per daba rhi thi ki ek dum se dhili ho gyi or pani chor diya painty bhut jayda gili hogyi. She knows. They take their time, they make the desire grow, the juices flow. Their bodies dancing together, exploring, touching. They become lust. She welcomes him in her soft womanhood. He penetrates her slowly, they make love tenderly, long supple strokes in her warm, glistening slit. “Fuck me hard, pound me”. Long hard stokes deep in her. “Eat me, just a bit” she says, and goes on, naughtily “a little appetizer”. Already, it tastes of love, of lust, of his wife’s desire stirred by his hard.