The office is a ghost town and I am working away because of how far behind I got due to the events of the day. I saw Mallory a couple more times throu...hout the day and it was business as usual, so I figured I would be ok. Boy was I right about how “OK” I truly would be, but that is for another story. I texted my wife that I would be home late tonight as I had a lot of things to do and calls got backed up, and I had a client coming into the office for a late-night strategy session. This was. As she was growing she was getting more and more sexy and I was getting more attracted to her.I used to see her through door hole when she used to change her dress and go to the roof and shake . This went on for many year and the day finally came when I could fuck her and make her my slut. This was the time of my graduation I had been to my village for holidays during laxmi puja. I was 23 and she was 21.When I went to my village and saw her my mind really got mad and thought of having a chance. I started pushing her off and tried to get away. This only made her throw her full weight on me. She held me down and drove her hips against my ass. I could feel her cock deep in my colon and could feel her pubic hair abrasive against ass crack. “Stop, stop, you have to stop” I continued demanding and fighting. The more I fought and told her to stop, the harder she fucked me.“Stop, Rhonda, please. You’re raping me. You’re hurting me.” I told her. This sent her over the edge. I knew it. "Please don't tell on me, Ricky! I wasn't going to steal it, I promise. I was going to bring it back, right after I showed it to my mother." Why would your mother want to look at an old mixer like this one?" I was really curious to know why."She makes tamales at home, to sell to construction workers. I thought she could save a lot of time if she had a big mixer like this one, instead of the little one we have at home. I just wanted to show it to her, then I was going to bring it right back.