”Now I know what is going to happen and suddenly I also had an idea. ” Sorry Mr.Sharma, I will not allow that” I replied.“Sorry?. Sheela! If y...u don’t allow then I will not sign your husband’s transfer order.”Then I said. ” Sign the transfer order and then make love to me.”But Mr.Sharma knows that once he signs the paper he will not have any control over me. But he does not know that I will “go all the way” for getting the papers signed.Then I thought that I will give Mr.Sharma an erotic show. She returned and I said OK now details my little whore.Kathy smiled and oh yes she knew I would want to know everything. She smiled and said well he fucked me and called me a bitch and a whore and even got a little rough. So here are the details: Tom walked with Kathy to the elevator and once inside moved over to her and kissed her feeling her tits as he did this. Kathy said she knew he was going to be aggressive as his tongue went into her mouth and kissed her hard as his hand squeezed her. My poor, aching clit is demanding attention, and I all too willingly give it. I slip my fingers into my wet pussy and drag the moisture up to where I need it. My index finger slides across the smooth surface of my swollen bud. Oh, there! Right there! That’s where it feels best. I make myself slow down and savor the sensation. I don’t want it to end too quickly. I vary my rhythm to build myself up only to make myself wait. Sometimes if I feel I’m getting too close but I don’t quite want to stop. Instinctively, I reached out to touch his shaft. My God, he was totally hard and felt positively huge as I ran my fingers over his length. Just touching him made me wet again and part of me longed to feel it bare in my hand. Yet, I hesitated. A voice in my head screamed that it was wrong, that I wasn't some slut he could use. But I knew he could. And I knew he would. Ben, apparently sensing my turmoil, put my hand on his belt buckle. "Go ahead, pull it out. I'm sure a pretty girl like you must.