I pen down my real experience which happened three years ago. I am now 38 years old. I was employed in a company at Bangalore. I had a colleague by na...e Lakshmi. She was known to be a typical god fearing, very fair, slim, long hair touching her back and beautiful in late 30s. Though in the same office hardly we met since we were from different departments, just hi, good morning type of chat. After few months of joining that office, on a monsoon morning while going to office I saw her in a. " She trailed off and shrugged. "There are limits to my service. Company rules."I looked to one side, and the other. When our eyes met again, I said, "I don't see anyone here to enforce those rules."She put a hand on her hip and asked, "What are you suggesting?" I suppose I could offer you a little something extra to know for sure." How much?"Now we're getting somewhere, I thought. "What do you think of ten?" You want me to break company rules and risk my job for a ten?" For one little. There was an old guy behind the bar leant over, engrossed in conversation with some locals, not batting an eyelid as I walked in. I was a bit surprised really, because I usually get a glance my way. I always thought I was pretty good looking – always with knee length skirt, to show off my shapely tanned long legs. My hair brown, shoulder length and full, always done to look good for customers. I take time with my make-up to makes sure it brings out my best features, but not to much to be over. Donovan looking my way, his hands held together on his desk, his slacks-covered legs tossed to one side and closed tightly. I suppose I’d considered his features before, but I’d not much thought about older men, really. Sure, he may have been attractive, and I certainly had looked at his ass a time or two, but he wasn’t the object of my attention when I masturbated.He was in his early-40s, I’d guess. Pale white skin like most of the teachers, despite the high school population being 90%.