I called her many times but she didn’t respond. I even tried meeting her but she avoided me. I was so afraid that she would reveal this to her paren...s but to my luck she didn’t. After a week she texted me saying why did you behave in that way.The conversation went on this way.She: why did you behave in that way.Me: i’m sorry, I wasn’t able to control. I’ve exceeded my limits.She: I was afraid of the consequences, so I slapped you, i’m sorry.Me: its okay, I love you so much priya.She: I love you. She was moaning loudly as she raised her hips in a way that told me she wanted more of my tongue. Then in a demanding voice she told me, “Grandpa, put it in me. Put it in me NOW!” “Oh Sweetness, are you getting excited?” I asked.“OH GRANDPA, PLEASE I’M GOING CRAZY!” she exclaimed, thrashing her body around uncontrollably.“But Baby, it’s too soon. I’m not ready yet. Go ahead and climax; shot your juices all over my face but I’m going to continue this for a while. It’s alright to climax. She would then take it from him, attach it to the chrome ring on the briefs, pour lubricant onto its entire length, and stroke it slowly as if it is a real cock. She would take her time to gauge Joel's reaction. Hopefully Joel's eyes would be fixed on her hand as it massages the pink cock and his cock would grow hard in anticipation of what was to come. She would step close to him and spread his legs wide with her knees. The glistening pink cock now at eye level, while Joel sits on the end of. The fact that these ideas had actually belonged to his administrative assistant Anne Browning was hardly his concern. With his audience eating his presentation up, Jon failed to notice the perfectly manufactured hand of Sheila Wentworth reaching her hand almost absent-mindedly for his leather bound day planner.Sheila Wentworth smiled and feigned enthusiasm at Jon's speech, though she had heard it all from a tearful Anne the night before. Her pink Chanel suit stood out in a sea of men in navy.