So without wasting your time guys I would like to start the story.After completing my Masters of Engineering, I joined an MNC and after achieving 2 ye...rs of experience, I was sent to USA for a year for onsite project development. When I was there, my didi Rupal gave birth to a baby boy and I was so happy to hear the news but I was unable to cherish the moment by being there to cheer her.After completing the project, I returned India and was very excited to see my sister and her baby. My company. She notices and smiles. No strings attached. I promise she whispers. I'm just fucking horny. She puts her hand out and let it so de over my crotch, gently squeezing my shaft. Not in public I whisper. Let's go. She runs in front and makes sure to wiggle her butt. She disappears again in a door opening. I stop and wait. Nothing happens. I suddenly pick up heavy breathing. I move forward. What the fuck. She's leaning back against the door and has one down her panty and one grasping her boob. How lovely it was to order a classy bitch like this around! Rosalie had been taking orders from such women for years! The urge to do something . . . to get some revenge . . . came suddenly to Rosalie. As Melissa stood up, she slapped the girl’s face.“You still look too arrogant to me,” said Rosalie. “I know your type!”It was sure that Melissa did look a little arrogant but that was natural to her features. She simply could not help it.“No, Miss . . . I . . . I am not arrogant,” replied Melissa,. That started another worry. Why hadn't I heard from him? Did our date go badly? It didn't seem like it. And, I then I remembered it was a fake date. Ugh. Damn it. Kay had said I needed to come clean this Friday, and at the time it seemed like a good idea. Now I wasn't so sure. Hell, I wasn't sure if we were still on for Friday. For our fake date. God, Anna, this practice dummy thing may have been the stupidest idea you've ever come up with.The voice on the intercom snapped me out of my fog and.