Shukla was a middle aged man who was the branch manager of my bank. I had just finished a performance review session with him. There were rumors aroun... the office that Mr. Shukla was a player and he liked to touch/feel his female subordinates. There was a girl called Ragini who got promoted because she was rumored to be his keep. He was a handsome man who was well built because he was a football player in his youth. All of a sudden Mr. Shukla took his shoe off his foot and started to run his. I didn’t object too much because any action was better than no action at all. Those boys were downright rude in the nasty things they did behind my back. I think they were all a little skittish about my fast growing belly and they didn’t like bouncing on me like a beach ball just to get their rocks off.My cousin Arlene who had just turned eighteen took one of those boys and got him to declare his undying love and loyalty to screwing her pussy in its lonesome. The fact that it was the skillful. It was a fine specimen of cock, 8’-9’ with a semi. I looked at his cock and up to his face (I could not really make him out as it was dark). I pushed the button for the window and got on to my knees on the car seat, as the window fully opened I took his cock in hand and guided it to my lips. I started to kiss and caress his cock; it was getting to full erection so I opened my mouth wide and continued to suck it good. Then after about two minutes he disappeared in to the shadows, leaving me feel. “Yes, Master.” She whimpered. “Your body is mine, but since you seem to like cumming so much, I guess you’ll get to cum over and over.” She looked up at him curiously, wondering what he had in store for her. This didn’t seem much like a punishment, but then again, he sometimes had a twisted sense of humor and found very creative ways to punish her for her missteps. He left her kneeling and walked over to his group of friends who so far had enjoyed every minute of the show they had received. He.