The voice on the phone was in panic mode. He could hardly speak but he did manage to say that the markets were in free fall and to get the hell out? I...had only ever known the good times this news sent a shudder right through me. Within thirty minutes, I was in the trading room. The scene was totally chaotic, I had never seen panic selling on such a scale. "Sell, sell, sell," was the only word anyone was shouting down the phones. I turned on my trading screens they were a sea of. However, as his lips met her skin, a need exploded within him, blocking out all reason and he crushed her mouth under his, uncaring to the damage he caused to those luscious lips. All he knew was that she wasn’t fighting him and had become quite limp in his arms. Her fingers were clutching his jaw as she intertwined her tongue with his, the friction created making her whimper. Fabian felt himself being drawn into the room and his senses returned. God, this wasn’t supposed to happen! But she. She had maintained it perfectly. I made her lie down on the sofa itself and started to suck her boobs. She was getting her sex after 6+ months and she was a bit aggressive too. Pushing my head harder and sometimes her fingers felt too hard on me. But hard sex made me go harder and I started sucking much more and was biting her nipples. After boobs, I went down and removed her saree fully. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments and I was able to see her clean shaved pussy.I wanted to tease her. Getting my hands on her tits was a dream come true, and fucking her on Dr. Crumholtz's desk? That was unbelievable. And for Dr. Crumholtz to apologize to me afterwards? This would have been a dream, except the exhaust fumes wafting in through the dashboard vents were all too real.Maybe it was getting stuck next to the sporting goods store with lycra-wearing female mannequins in the window, or the dark-haired young woman who jaywalked right in front of my car and stared at me as she passed by,.