She started looking around but could not found, and sat there, then the boss (dave) came and asked mansi if all right? she was trembling with horny an... wet pussy and said in heavy voice "yes" and boss sitting on his chair, Mansi started to go back to her seat, and then boss called."Mansi, please give me that orange file."Mansi turned and gave file to boss, and boss catches his wrist gently and pulls her, Mansi shut her eyes off and boss made her sit on her lap and made her feel his cock on his. "Why so serious?" His voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I managed a smile. "Sorry, just lost in thought." His gaze searched mine. "Not happy ones from what it looked like." I looked at him, really looked at him, this man I was falling so fast for. I reached up and rested my palm against his cheek. This time the smile was genuine. "Just chasing away the nightmares." I shook my head. "I don't know if you had anything in mind for today, but I really need to get caught up on some things at. They went to dinner often at fine restaurants. They went to concerts and shows. They would go to nice places for a weekend. In public they came across as good friends who were certainly dating and might well be husband and wife someday. He was always respectful. He introduced her to his friends and associates as a special friend. He never failed to laud her accomplishments – not her accomplishments as his slut, but her education, job status, upcoming promotion, the fact that she was on the path. Who can say where it would have ended up? But it simply mindlessly continued on its way through empty space.It’s unlikely any computer program could have produced such a complex plan to enable it to avoid all the snares along the way; the gas clouds, the dust that could have peppered it, the stars that would have lured it in to their clutches. Instead, the dead probe continued, another uncontrolled piece of space junk waiting for something to be in its way.It took thousands of years, yet it was.