My boss Shekhar was a man in late fifties and he had an impressive personality with a gray beard and heavy build. That time I was recently divorced an... had a lot of financial problems. Shekhar knew that right away and he took the opportunity. I am fair with tall build. My breasts are quite firm and my ass doesn;t have any flab on it. I prefer wearing saree and blouse to work everyday that accentuated the gentle swell of my breasts and hips. One evening I got this mail on my mailbox from Shekhar. But the sight of her doing things you only see in porn films, made my cock jump to attention real fast. She was moaning in sexual pleasure, as she sped up the in and out strokes, clearly not expecting anyone in her house at that time of the day, but she didnt bank on me comming down to surprise her for her birthday and now i was really going to do just that! I pushed the door open slowly, all at once, she gave a startled little squeal and sat up straight. The dildo was still deeply imbedded. Clearing her juices away to make room for round two. I worked her over slowly, until the shaking stopped and the writhing and moaning started again. Until she was dripping for me, again… ———– Best meal of my life, and it wasn’t just the food I was dining on. I was still taunting her, with my hands and my mouth. It wouldn’t be long until she came again if I’d kept it up. I knew she was getting impatient, frustrated and she reiterated that fact when she grabbed my hair and growled ‘God dammit. What do you mean by okay. We've been practising these speeches for a week and you fuck it up by just saying okay. You are the most inconsiderate..." Her voice was rising in tempo and volume as she did in her normal rant.Me: "If I simply say that she is on my mind a lot and I'm not sure if I am in love with her or not. But you two do absolutely nothing anymore without considering her first. If either of you have ever had your heart set on something, have I ever refused you? But you are going.