I can handle this." "No I can help, he is my boss too," I said. Jeffery got a wheelchair, from the side of the garage. He brought it close to the car....I pulled my boss out of the car and into the wheelchair. "I can take it from here," Jeffery said. I nodded. I walked into the large living room. "Sorry, but the cab service said due to the storm, they can't send anyone out," Tammy said. "Oh," I replied. I looked outside. It did seem bad out there. The wind had picked up, and the rain was coming. She was then ready for the oil massage.Samir’s wildest fantasies were coming true. He could scarcely believe that he was massaging the body of a muscle woman and that too his wife. He started with her neck, went down to her back, onto her ass and lastly to her legs. His hands kneaded her sinewy muscles, slowly and sensually, now glistening with oil. Anita turned over and exposed her shaven pussy to him. He oiled her clit, her thighs, her erect nipples atop her boobs and her feet. Polish her. I was so nervous that I just wanted to get away from the exam hall, from everyone, and hide away in a hole.The invigilator said that we would break for lunch, resume in an hour and that all of us were expected to be there at the right time. I thought to myself that I was not staying.Just then, our TPO came and said that anyone who went home would not be eligible to apply for any more jobs. ‘Blacklisted’ was the word he used. Damn this college and the stupid rules! “Okay,” I. My excitement instantly grew. It took some maneuvering, but with one hand keeping his boxers opened, I managed to thread him through and out, everything I wanted was now accessible.My mouth acted without thought, taking in the soft flesh, my fingers wrapped around him, cupped him, played with his tender jewels all while my tongue found its home tasting his length. Mere seconds and he was at full mast. Such a brilliant sight, inviting and succulent. A term I had never used to describe any part.