‘Looks like the girls are a bit emotional today,’ quipped the HR director. He was an overweight, middle aged, balding man. Miss Davenshaw didn’t...know whether to be more angry at his complete lack of professionalism (he was supposed to be a HR director for chrissake) or his crass, sexist insensitivity. Didn’t he have any idea what both May and herself were going through? And how dare he refer to her as a ‘girl’! ‘Well, it just goes to show that this is no business for a woman.’ Luis’ complacency. . Gently but Firmly Pushing 'til I Urge You Atop the Sheets on All Four.. As My Tongue Twist a Sultry Snaking Course Along Your Spine, My Hands Grip & Palm your Ass. DAMN!! The Sensuous Feel of Your Soft Skin as I Knead Your Ass in My Warm Palms.. I Kneel on the Carpet Beside the Bed.. Bring Myself to Eye Level With Your Moist Treasure Chest.. I Gently Apply Pressure on Your Lower Back.. Making You Hike Your Ass Up a Bit More in the Air.. Exposing You More Fully to Me.. Slowly.. Teasingly... I will be back to check up on you, and tonight I’ll give you another bath, maybe more.”She gave him a wink and left the room.Vinny lay back by himself thinking about the accident. He was sure he was never going to drive again.Over the next few hours, doctors came in every twenty minutes to check up on him. His family came around too, tears of joy and relief flowed freely down his mother’s face. They spent more than two hours with him, making him feel exhausted, all he could think about was his. My face was close to hers. She turned her face aside. I could smell the musky fragrance of her perfume near her neck. I found myself rubbing my face in her neck. I could feel her twitch. My right hand was on her sweating waist in the gap between her blouse and sari.I tried to mutter a sorry, though I was not. She whispered, “Don’t worry. You cannot help it, can you?”“I tried, but you see the rush?” I was apologetic.“You are lucky aren’t you?” she winked and smiled naughtily.“I didn’t mean to..