Oooh, I was lost in my dreamland. Her figure must be 38 – 32 – 40. Suddenly, she got hold of my hand and said hey Sunny where are u lost.Ohhhh I s...id nothing.Me: hie Urvashi.How r u.Soo nice to meet you.Urvashi: same here sunny.Thank you for your help n sorry for the trouble.She gave me a tight hug and asked me to come in.My heart was thumping and my dick was making me uncomfortable. Maybe she sensed my body language. She asked me to make myself comfortable and we started chatting. She was. I never asked what they were doing, and I doubt they would have told me if I did. Nobody from Special Projects ever talked specifically about what they were working on. They only seemed interested in what we were doing in research, except on the days when they would stay in their lab. I thought I would never find out what was going on in Special Projects, and I wish I never did.I guess I had better introduce myself. My name is Allan Parsons. I grew up in a small town in southern Illinois. I. He tried to meet her gaze but he couldn't do it. But even when he dropped his eyes to the floor he could still feel her eyes burn into him. For the longest time she just stood there looking at him. Her gaze searing him to his soul."So I think you had better bend over now," she turned to face the dinning table, its polished surface clear of any objects.He pulled himself together. "Um, yes, Miss." He turned to face the table but made no move towards it."Come now," she teased. "No need to be. She was nice enough: cute as fuck but just as crazy. Maybe more crazy. I just sat there in the car waiting for the imminent phone call. I could feel my butt pucker in that way it always does when I’m about to get fucked real good.The husband was a repeat customer as well as one outside the mold, like Sophie: Brad. Yes, that Brad. He had enjoyed that first time so much, he hired me every once in a while to replay it. And a couple of times, he actually invited me to bring Sophie along. .