She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, usually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own...demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride, since demand drove her metaphorical price up - allowing her to dictate the terms of her couplings. Every move she made, on the trading floor or the dance floor, was cold, composed, and calculated to generate maximum return for her investment.Today, though, something had come up that was not a part. I got a wet rush and my pussy tingled.“Thank you Rajeev, I’m glad that you like it.” I said trying to sound as normal as possible. What I really wanted to say was,“It’s horrible, and this man is making me wear it,” but I didn’t.We got served and as I walked back I could feel Rajeev’s eyes burning my exposed butt cheeks.The rest of the afternoon went reasonably well until 5 o’clock. I stood up and Sandra, Tony and Bob (installation guy) watched as I slowly stripped. I walked to the kitchen with. She chose a pink sleeveless nighty. The nighty went down to her ankles and revealed a bit of her cleavage.Avantika was both nervous and excited to see her in-law’s reaction. As she was about to walk out, her father-in-law walked in. Avantika looked at him. For the first time, Avantika saw her father-in-law checking her complete body. His eyes lingered from her face to her cleavage.Avantika felt shy, and she wanted to walk out. Her father-in-law was still standing on the door when she went. Com, but half you mother fuckers are going to drop a negative on my ass anyway and I'm drunk while writing this so fuck it all to shit and suck my dick, because this is 100% bonafide truth. Now Alyssa's a shiela of about 5'6" in freedom units, with c-cup tits busting against her white button down shit and tan thighs thicker than goddamn tree trunks. Not to mention a pink tight pussy like a fucking mouth ready to suck your cock dry. "Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky.