A hand slid around her waist, gripping the flesh, her skirt now in tatters as hands glided across her struggling form. The probing of a finger against...her womanhood bought a fresh scream to her lips. A hand flew to her mouth, silencing her. Her eyes wild with panic as she felt is violate her depths. Her blush renewing as she heard a low chuckle "The wench is willing lads" Shame filling her as the moistness of her lust trickled down her thigh.The finger probed deeper, wriggling around inside. Mujhe sauda sahi laga badle me maine unhe privacy barkarar rakhne ko kaha jise woh maan gaye. Fir teen din baad unhone apne address pe mujhe bulaya. me v bari saj dhaj kar apni red gown pehen matching designer black bra panty pehen kar unke bungalow pahuch gayi. Maine darwaze ki ghnti bajayi or mustafa ne darwaza khola. Kareeb 40 ki umar hogi unki parantu 6 feet lambe chaure lambi daari thi unki. Unhone mujhe andar bulaya or sofe pe baithne ko kaha. Fir woh mere liye chai le aye or fir hum. I've loved you since that first meeting when you allowed me to follow up on my ideas. You are kind, caring and you have vision. I'm very good with deals and details, but you know people. I admire that in you."In spite of her misgivings, his words flattered Josie."That was very sweet, James," she said.She bent forward to give him a light kiss, but he mistook her signals and returned her kiss with passion. It was nice, Josie decided, to be kissed and to retain some brain function. She was able to. Alex rushed to aid, carrying a glass of champagne.“Welcome, my cool lawyer,” he giggled, “Wow, never thought you could dress to kill.”“Well, thank you!” Mumtaz whispered, retaliating to Alex’s flirty remarks.“Get this woman a glass,” Alex roared.“I don’t drink, not supposed to,” Mumtaz was stern.“Well, you are not supposed to wear such clothes either,” Alex mocked. Alex had a point. However, Mumtaz was wearing a veil, but what good it a veil do with this attire.“Whatever, let me introduce you.