Then I was torn back to present times by Henny. In the lift she pressed herself close to me and whispered: "That means a 'conference' in the archive, ...oesn't it?" You bet!"We had only just closed the outer door to my office when Henny turned towards me, lifted up the hem of her skirt to show me her stockings and suspenders, plus a novelty for her: A smooth, shaved pussy."I want you to take me in there, and just fuck me right away. I've been horny for two days, and I'm in no need for. She was hesitant at first but then slowly got involved in the kiss. She was pressing my dick over the boxer. We then broke the kiss and she removed my t-shirt.I started kissing her neck, cleavage, pulled off her pallu and started to kiss her. She pushed off to bed removed her blouse and lehenga and was standing there on her panty and bra.She came near me and said, “Saheb fuck me as you fuck didi every day.” I said, “What do you mean?” She said,“Every time you fucked didi I could hear the voices. What got me crazy was the back and forth texting between them about how hot she was making him and the fact that she texted him to check his desk drawer for the panties she had removed from under her skirt and left for him. They then planned on how she was to go out into an unutilized hall closet to wait for him to meet her and shove his apparently huge cock into her from behind.I read enough. I decided I needed to confront her with these texts. Leaving the boys downstairs to play their video. Now lets start the story. His name was James and he was 25 years old with light skin and a toned body. He was bisexual but not overly gay in his actions. I knew the instant I spotted him that he would be mine, I would make him beg for me and I would make him suffer for my pleasure and he would enjoy every second of it. He was leaning against the bar in the club we were in. The club was a small dance club, and by the way he stood I could tell he didnt come here often. I watched him, his eyes.