She rolled down the window and watched as she drove off. She was too cute. I stepped back into the house. I headed into the master bedroom closet and...picked out a fresh shirt and some work trousers. I was fastening the buttons on my shirt when the doorbell rang. I ignored it, but then it rang again and again. Jesus! I quickly slipped on my trousers and opened the front door. It was Jenny. Before I could say anything else, she blurted out that she had left her purse on the couch. I retrieved. Sketching action is difficult. You have to put your brain where the action is and freeze the scene in your mind. Then you’ve got about thirty seconds to draw before the scene evaporates and you have to pick a new one. We used to do exercises back in high school. Ms. Stone had us go to various events and we had to come back with at least three sketches of what went on. I’d sketched basketball games, school plays, the PTA meeting, and a horse show. Now that one was a challenge. Nothing like. I was fascinated about sex from my schooling days. I am Prashant age 31 working in an MNC based both in Kolkata Jamshedpur. I had a secretary in my call office which I saw her when I came back from JSR office. She was appointed in my absence which I came to know later.She was cute looking gal aged around 26 relatively new to getting into professional working / office culture but had a very naughty eyes means her eyes could wonder whole of the world sitting at one place and that made her most. I was his totally and he knew it. I was his to plunder, my smooth body helplessly speared on his throbbing, swollen manhood. "Fuck me!" I heard my quivering voice demand. "Oh, fuck me baby! Give it all to me!" He was more than eager to obey my obscene request and began to fuck me in earnest, sometimes pistoning his hardon into me viciously to the root and other times stroking shallowly as my inner muscles milked the head of his dick. He buried his erection in my flesh then twisted his hips so.