He was wearing a very short,navy blue dress, with black stockings and a pair of high heels.He also wore a blonde wig and I could see he had lipstick o... too.I just sat there and stared, amazed at how different he looked.He walked over to me and stood directly in front of me,posing and teasing me in his sexy outfit. "Do you like?" He asked. "Yes" I blurted out in reply He then slowly pulled his dress up to his waist, showing sexy, black panties and I could see the lovely, big bulge his cock was. I grabbed them and held them in front of me – marvelling at their size and weight for a moment, before greedily slurping one of the huge nipples into my mouth. She moaned, and I figured I was doing something right! I switched to the other, tasting the salty sheen of sweat which covered her big dark body from the effort of riding my cock. She bucked and thrust onto me, my cock disappearing deep inside her. The sound of our fleshy, damp bodies slapping against each other was almost as big a turn. ’ The part about the dress code must have gotten ripped off, because I knew for sure an outfit like that wasn’t allowed in such an environment. After all, there are working men around here. You couldn’t have a woman like that walking around in her high heels trying to get our attention because before we knew it our asses would be outside begging for money. Then again, this was no typical secretary to me. She was someone close, so close that any desires I may have had for her would have been. Birju nanga bed par pada tha aur uska loda khada hua tha. Pooja hairan thi ki do bar jhad kar bhi firse khada hai.Birju: Aise kya dekh rahi hai ise? Thodi der mein isi par kud kud kar chudegi. Chal ja kar khana bana mere liye.Pooja jakar khana banane lag jati hai Birju sofa nange hi baithkar TV dekh raha.Dono khana kha lete hai Pooja kitchen saf karke ati hai. Birju use pakad kar apni god mein baitha leta hai.Fir use uthakar bedroom mein le jata hai. Aur bed par gira deta hai. Pooja bed sarak.