She was 20 years younger than me, and she WAS pretty, and damn sexy.She was hired as an assistant to the CEO, a job that was well below her capabiliti...s. She told me that jobs in language were few and far between, and she didn't want to work as a production translator for a translation firm. She was planning to bide her time at our place until something decent came along.I really should have stayed away from her, kept it professional. But the horny bastard that I am, I couldn't. It started with. Ye baat karib 3 yrs pehle ki he uss time Delhi me rehti thi.Mere saath mere hubby aur mere do bache (Son) rehte the.Wo ek teen manzila makan tha aur hum log 2nd floor me rehte th .Mera hubby ek business man the aur wo aksar business tour me ghum te rehte the.Gharme me aur mere do bache akele rehte the din me bacho ka school tha aur wo log do pahar ko school se ate the.Aap ko to me bata diya hun ki mere ko sex karna jyada pasand he aur mere ko sex ka sukh de nehin pa rehthe.Isi liye me apni chut. Come on…’ ‘Let you what?’ ‘Please, let me touch you.’ And the penny dropped. I thought it was just a silly game, and that that particular foreplay would be over as soon as I started having my way with her. She wanted so bad to put her hands on me, to do what I did to her. But she was still waiting for my permission. Holy shit, she knew how to make a guy feel special, all right. ‘By god, yes!’ I told her. ‘Touch me, kiss me, lick, suck, fuck my brains out, in any damn order you want to. Take the. “Is this what you want?” she whispered, leaning in.Before I could answer, her lips brushed against mine, kissing me softly and then stepped back slightly. She gripped the bottom of her polo shirt and, raising her hands, lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and lowering it to join the shirt in a crumpled heap. Her breasts were the same shade of caramel as her legs, with no tan lines, indicating that she sunbathed topless. Her nipples.