I was wearing a charcoal pencil skirt that ended just above the knees. I had my legs crossed, but from where he was sitting, he could still see a good...amount of thigh.He was trying to be discreet, but I think with the tedious meeting it was hard for him to focus on anything else, the poor dear. I decided to give him a little treat. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them the other way. Now, this wasn't a Sharon Stone-style flash. It was quick, and I don't think anyone but him was at the right. When I was 23 I got a job and I moved to Pune. After 2 years in the job, I got an on-site opportunity to France for a years’ time.Little did I know that this trip is going to be one of the unforgettable trips in my lifetime. In France, people have a feeling that all Indian girls are beautiful and good in sex. I reached there and started doing my regular works. My boss was a 48-year-old France guy. Tall and handsome. He was so good at works and was behaving very gently with me. After few days,. I sucked on his balls and stroked his cock. The younger man was positioning my ass where he wanted it. He raised my dress and pulled down my panties. He slapped my ass a few times playfully. He toyed with me a little while I sucked his friend. rubbing his cock on my bare ass and down the back of my legs. I heard him put on a rubber and felt the cold lube being worked into my tight asshole. I looked up at his friend who was smiling, shifting his focus from watching his cock disappear in my mouth. Something began working inside her, something she couldn't quite figure out. Her rear end still ached horribly, but she found herself wondering what it would be like to take Bill's cock up her ass. Would it feel anything at all like that riding crop?Just sitting on the hard chair was making her horny. All these sexy thoughts were working their magic on her. She remembered something said once about getting right back up on a horse that's thrown you. It keeps you from becoming frightened of all.