‘What has she done now?’ he asked Gaurav sighed on the other end and replied ‘Not much really. As in the clients are happy with her work but…...’ Ashwin rubbed a tired hand over his forehead and finished the sentence ‘But she doesn’t know when to keep her trap shut right?’ ‘Exactly! Today while we were at a meeting she started to blabber like an MBA course book and lectured the clients for good ten minutes. Those poor guys sat through her shit and the rest of our team squirmed in our seats with. Aran shuddered as Susan drew small circles on the tipwith her tongue, then swallowed her whole. She alternated between longand short strokes, sucking hard and then running her tongue up and downthe shaft. Aran grabbed her hair and whispered words that would be lostoutside of the moment.Susan knew what Aran wanted, so she turned around and Aran parted herlegs. She grabbed Susan's thighs and pulled her to her mouth. Theymoved together perfectly, as if it were a dance they had practiced. Because I know she wouldn't do that. And I wish I could help her with what she's struggling with, wish I knew what she was thinking. But at the same time, I don't want to know. Because I might not want to hear it.But she kissed me. She kissed me more than once. That means something, right? Does it? What does it mean? Was it an experiment? Am I expecting too much? Fuck. I hate thinking.I throw myself on the couch, turning the TV on. Not that I'm watching it, but it gives background noise to my. I was neither appalled or disgusted by either object, they appeared clean, the panties were flimsy and see-through, the wooden dildo, crude but functional, and I moved it between my long fingers as if getting it off, moving in front of the mirror and holding it out as if I were a boy, stroking it, even pretending to go as far as making the noise of ejaculating two huge spurts of semen, after a satisfying wank.I opened the top drawer and placed this venerable object beside the holy bible, like.