Just enough that the lack of touch makes her ache. She twists in my hands, shaking her head. "P-please."Kissing her earlobe, my hot breath rasps. "I d...dn’t say ask... I said beg!”I slap her clit then pull away and she jolts, gritting her teeth. "Jesus. PLEASE, fuck me... god!" Better."I use my free hand to align my prick, roll my hips and glide inside her dripping pussy. She groans as I fill her tunnel.Slithering my hand up to grab her hair again, I yank back, using it as leverage to pull out. I started to kiss her lips and boy she tasted like a candy. My cock hid inside her saree and rub her fit between her thighs. She put her tongue on my lips and bite it mildly. She gave in to wrap her hands on my back. She was a passionate kisser. I started to take her saree off. Her breast cracks popped through her silky green blouse, and her frutish smell was all too sexy for me to resist. I rubbed her waist till her belly button and slightly opened her entire saree to the ground. She kissed me. "But you mentioned fantasies. You know, our fantasies and realities don'talways jibe. You may try something that's always been a hot fantasy anddiscover that the reality is not fun at all. Not exciting. Maybe evenquite disagreeable. How do you know that this won't be the same? I toldyou that I won't be easy." Well...perhaps we could, er, set something up on a trial basis...."She cut me off. "No. I'm not interested in fooling around. I want apositive, binding commitment. Anything else. The most fun aspect was the fact he didn’t have a lot of professional working experience, so hadn’t learnt to tone down his behaviour for the work place. This meant plenty of rude jokes, an amusing amount of swearing and lots of stories - essentially what he and his mates would get up on any number of sports tours - I wondered if his university actually expected him to work!Naturally I enjoyed his less filtered chat, and whilst he would occasionally make me blush most of the time I would find.