My eyes are having a hard time leaving her stunning body. She requeststhat I close the door behind me. I fumble with the door which seemedlike an eter...ity. I hope that my inability to focus because of her isnot apparent. I sit myself in the chair to the side of her desk.She backs her own chair out from underneath her desk, turns toward me,and crosses her legs. The crossing causes her skirt to hike up,showing the lace on the tops of her thigh highs. She sits there notadjusting her skirt. My eyes. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. In the last September due to the last of Ramadan we were preparing for the Eid and the entire resident of Bangladesh better know about the transportation. He took his gaze from my chest and looked me in the eye. He asked me where a good place for lunch was around here. I told him there was a little diner across the street that was good. He asked if I ate there and I said yes sometimes. He smiled and went back to work. The rest of the morning I was very distracted. When I went to the bathroom I noticed my panties were soaked and I knew this guy had really got to me. What was I thinking? When I went back to my desk I couldn't help daydreaming about. She looked down and watched them suck on her breasts while she stroked their cocks.She closed her eyes involuntarily when their fingers brushed her outer lips. Which one? Who would finger her first? They both seemed to insert a finger in her at the same time. She tilted her head and moaned loudly.She looked like a well-satisfied woman from the position opposite her. Legs were wide open, her eyes were closed, her hands stroking two stiff and angry looking cocks and two hands that stroked her.