" What?" she chuckled and sent a shiver down my spine."Just say fucking again." Fucking."Somehow when she said it, it wasn't an obscenity. It became a...beautiful word, almost a lyric!Touching her lips to my ear, she whispered, "What about 'cunt'. Would you like to hear me say that too?" Oh yeah, it sounds really sexy coming from you."Her tongue caressed my ear sensuously."What about if I put the two together in a sentence and said something like...?"She pretended to think about it for a. 7:55… Thomas was shuffling papers on his desk, ready for stapling together when Amelia came in – Thomas felt his jaw drop. Amelia looked breathtaking. She was wearing a classy black dress that showed modest cleavage and ended just above her knees, with black silk tights (he presumed) and high heels. Her hair was held back from her face with a red hairband, drawing attention to her gorgeous face. ‘Evening Mr Cartwright.’ she chirped. ‘E-E-evening Amelia. You look beautiful.’ ‘Thank you. What do. She shuddered as she came down from that peak, her legs almost giving way under her. So naturally, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into her bedroom, setting her down on the soft bed and closing/locking the door. I wasn't finished with her by a long-shot. She sat up on the bed and looked at me, momentarily confused and still slightly dazed from the orgasm she'd just had. I took off my shirt and the look changed to one of knowing and then to pure lust as she yanked her shirt over. Neha- main aapko nahi janti aur ab aapka msg nahi aana chahie.Me-main to msg karunga.Neha- aap chahte kya hai.Me- aapse dosti karna chahta hu.Neha- lekin aisa nahi ho sakta main married hu.Me- mujhe isse koi farak nahi padta, main konsa aapse shadi karne ko keh raha hu.Neha-nahi ye nahi ho sakta.Aur itna kehkar usne call kaat di lekin mujhe uske baat karne k tarike se laga ki main ise mana lunga tab maine use cal kia aur wahi hua jo main soch raha tha wo kafi narmi se mujhe mana kar rahi thi..