“This is Savita. How can I help you?” she said over the phone.“Of course, Bade Sahab. I’ll be right in.” replied Savita Bhabhi once she came...to know it was no other than her Bade Sahab calling her. As she started walking towards her Bade Sahab’s office she started thinking why he called her. And then it struck her “I guess that horny bastard wants his coffee break ‘massage’.” As Savita Bhabhi entered her Bade Sahab’s office she found that Bade Sahab was talking to someone named Mr. Bhagat over. Savita moaned as Yayani licked her nipples with her ferocious tongue. Her legs opened as Manavendra knelt before her dripping pussy.Savita: My husband can never find this reality, right?Manavendra: Not unless I bring him here. Which I won’t.Savita felt relieved. She wanted to show the naughty wizard a trick of her own. She knelt in front of Manavendra and unzipped his pants while Yayani fondled her. She sucked fondly on his throbbing cock. Slobber ran down her face as she sucked on his juicy. On the floor. A black-robed figure on the carpet, and... naked flesh. The judge was lying there facedown, her arms stretched out in front of her. She had one leg in the air, languidly bent backward at the knee, and... and her judicial robes hiked up way above her waist. Her gleaming bare ass stared me in the face."Well, what are you waiting for? A judicial order?"Her voice startled me out of the trance."Why do you think I summoned you here? To slap you with another fine? To give you a speech. Once her breath returned she turned on her side and smiled slyly. Her hands found the zipper on his stylish jeans and unleashed his erect cock from their denim prison. She slid his pants off so that he was naked from the waist down. His cock was a perfect size, the shaft was two fists high, so that if she wrapped both of her hands around it, his knob stuck out like a peach colored lollipop. He slipped his shirt quickly over his head and propped himself back on his elbows, watching Ana slip his.