"Uhh, hi Misty, won't you come in?" I said, with as much courtesy as a roughhewn pilot could muster. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you a tea, or cof...ee, or-" I said, but not knowing how to finish."Water would be fine, really," she said. She looked at me then, for a long time, not saying anything, after I brought her a glass of spring water. Finally, though, she spoke."You don't remember, do you?" She said."Remember what? The crash? The rush to get out of the plane? The rescue? Misty, I can't. God, I’m such a little whore!“Oh yeah Mr. Desai. Fuck me. I just want you to fuck me,” I say. He breaths heavily and starts slamming into me harder. We’re going at a really fast pace now, and he’s pulling me hard against him. I can hear the sound of our skin slapping together and his balls slamming against my asscheeks-mixed with the slurping sound of his bare cock slamming into my soaking wet asshole.It feels like he’s pushing against something inside of me, that’s how hard and deep Mr. Desai. We had become something more than friends, but not something that had any chance of growing much from where it stood.Leslie and I started spending more time together right after Connie left. I'd taken to coming into the house through her garage door while Connie had been staying with me. Usually the three of us would either stay in the garage, talking, while I'd order some delivery food for dinner, or else we'd all come up into the main part of the house where I'd cook something up for the. Rakesh: Oh! Waha hai kya?Main: Haan, woh kal ke paper pe theek se sign nahi hue the, to aaj manager sir hi aa gaye khud se.Rakesh: To hua nahi kya ab tak?Main: Nahi woh…Main Tushaar ko dekh halke se mukurayi aur phone mein aage boli: Woh mujhe documents ke bare mein bata rahe the, to wahi samjha rahe the.Rakesh: Oh, achcha!Main: Haan ji, woh bole ki aapke aane ke baad aapko bhi samjha denge par abhi pahle mujhe samjhane wale hai.Meri ye baat sun Tushaar muh par hath rakh muskurane laga.Rakesh:.