My eyes fell to his waist where the sheets were, and I bit my lip for a moment, missing what he’d been saying.“Sorry,” I blinked. “What did yo... say?”He held up a second cup of coffee, “Would you like some?”I took the cup with a nod of thanks and allowed the caffeine to do its work. I looked around the room. It appeared that he’d done a bit of tidying while I was asleep – the clothes that we’d thrown about last night were folded on top of the dresser in a pile for himself, and a pile for me. The. The drinks had been flowing all night and, by this time, tongues had started to loosen.The conversation moved to sexual themes and someone asked what everyone’s best experience to date had been. Someone mentioned a threesome they taken part in on a wild holiday to Ibiza, followed by someone else talking about when they bribed their driving examiner with sexual favours to pass their test.Then it was Ben’s turn.I squirmed in my chair as he told us – without any hesitance – that he really enjoyed. It’s when Miss Jenny makes another visit, this time chatting for several minutes as She looks round the stores, allowing me to let my eyes dwell on Her loveliness for several lovely minutes, even able to discreetly ease my erection upright in my pants. Then She sits on a low cupboard, about the height of a bar-stool while I stand there, flustered and red-faced and aware that I’m failing to remove my eyes from Her miniskirt and leggy loveliness. I’ve not seen Her top before either, which is just. After all, after doing this role, I’ll be rich and be famous. That’s what I thought. A young, fair, slightly chubby guy walked in and sat next to me an hour later.Seeing him, both of them stood up to greet him. Then all of them sat. The director started with the story. What I heard totally shocked me.“Ms. Reeti. You are a corporate woman – a successful woman who is good at her job. You are so good at your job that you have your own personal assistant. Golu will play that part.”“Chachu (uncle),.