.female skin.The town bus also runs a special day service just for the markets. In and out only once on the day, it leaves at a much earlier time of 6...m sharp, returning after 6pm in the evening. Sure, it’s a long day, but I generally find plenty to keep myself from boredom. As per usual, by the time the bus arrived at my stop, it was jamb packed.I got on and was happy to stand for the short trip to town. Scanning the seats (and those who also had to stand, like me) I spotted a familiar figure. Uttam’s secretary opened the door and smiled. He welcomed them in. It was quite small for a king suite and thankfully much cleaner than other parts of the hotel. An old wooden double cot with a new bedspread. A flower pot with plastic flowers on top of the table.A small mini bar beneath it. A flat-screen TV fixed on the wall at an odd height was playing some old Bollywood songs. The window A/C was sending moist air continuously almost making one sick. The old slow fan making squeaky noises. .My whole body is on fire now, feeling the moisture inside my hot cunt, wanting more of you.Suddenly you let me go, pushing me back in the corner under your desk. You close your pants and move your chair away from the desk.Now what? What to do?? Standing up I hear you talking to the other person again, realizing again we are not alone.. Oh gosh, I was so busy I totally forgot the other one.Then I notice you saying goodbye to the person hearing the door open and close again. Hearing the lock. It's only a twenty minute walk, so you decide to kick off your shoes and set off before you get soaked through. There's no-one around so, even in your far too tidy business wear, you feel more than safe. The weight of your handbag would save you from any mugger anyway. The quickest route home cuts through the old abandoned industrial units, just five minutes to the next main road and perhaps the purchase of a bottle of red zinfandel and your favourite pizza for a quiet evening meal. Almost as.