"Seven!" I groaned with pleasure. I lost track of my caning strokes soI hurriedly caned him with renewed vigor."Six!" I smothered his head."Five!" I s...lowly reached for the remote."Four minutes!" I turned off the remote. I caned him as quickly as Icould. "Faster!" I shouted him to lick. Faster I caned him in synch.The next three minutes were some of the best, juiciest, pleasurablemoments of my life!My breathing eased. My blood ceased racing. I could think again. Andthen I noticed it. Rather, I. ”To which I replied, “Please do not call me, ‘sir’. I don’t like it”I continued, “Ms beauty, you can call me as Aarav”Then she said, “Ok Aarav, please have your dinner”.Then I asked her her good name to which she replied, ‘Neha’ (named changed for privacy). Then I started flirting with her.She smiled at me and took leave from there. As I was the Casanova of my colleagues, I could easily flirt any type of girl. It was late night and I couldn’t sleep dreaming about her.Neha came near me and. You touch the huge head with your fingers and my cock rears stiffening at your touch. “Its so big… so thick” you mutter. “Take it in your hand… Hold it” I whisper to you. Hesitantly your small fingers try to wrap around the thick shaft. You squeeze my cock and find it to be rock hard. By this time your husband is next to you. He reaches out and touches my cock. “Man you are hung like horse” he repeats. He places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down firmly making you kneel before my. “I’m hanging in there. It’s been rough, but I’m hanging in there.”In the pause that followed, I decided to throw it out there: “How is Lisa? Have you talked to her?”“John ... truthfully, she’s absolutely miserable.”“I ... see.” I couldn’t really see a good path away from that comment, so instead I asked, “How did you get me here?”She snorted derisively. “It wasn’t easy! None of us had your number, and Lisa certainly wasn’t going to give it to us. I managed to find your LinkedIn profile and it.