Amit Kapoor. He was a senior manager and about forty years old. Being a very nice man we got on really well. spent many hours working together and wit...in first few weeks, we became very good friends.After a couple of weeks in Mumbai, we had a company dinner for managers and their families.The evening was great and I was introduced to many people and their wives, which included Amits wife Deepika. She was a stunner. She was easily the best looking woman there, and I was taken in by her beauty.. " Yes, Master," I moaned. I had always had a thing for youngs guys dominating me. The amount of power they had over me even though I was older than them always turned me on. "I've dominated so many bitches at my college. They think they are straight until they see me. I've had at least ten juniors and seniors worshipping these muscles, and they couldn't last for ten minutes," he said. I was too busy looking at his juicy pecs instead of paying attention. My cock lost its erection; however, when. She was screaming because she was scared shitless of him at the moment, and she didn't know what he planned to do to her next."Stand up," he roared, and she managed to make her legs hold her. Max spat in her face, and the saliva ran down her left cheek in a large rivulet. Sally cried, tears running down and mixing with his spit. He let go of the hank of hair he had grabbed, and used the hand to knock her hands away from her belly. She offered him a little resistance then, probably from a. The banter over drinks stopped when the National Security Advisor came in."I don't know either," said the perennially boyish Jimmy Musgrave, Wentworth's National Security Advisor, answering their unspoken question.He was wearing rumpled jeans and a tartan-plaid shirt, and had obviously roused from the bed in his office. The trio had barely seated themselves at the big conference table when the doors opened to admit the President."Sit, sit," he said, to forestall the ritual jumping to their feet.