It wouldn't help her to continue dreaming of him fucking her on the desk, his big cock pumping inside her hot pussy, soaking the cherry-wood with thei... creamy sex juices-Like that. That had to stop.Oh but he reminded her so much of Chris Cannon. And that showed just how much she watched porn. To compare her boss to a porn star? Come on.No more daydreaming. She couldn't afford to lose her job. She must save those thoughts for when she was alone at night, because they definitely got her off more. The towncar took then through Mumbai’s bustling streets to the oasis of their five star hotel. Sheldon had dispensed with the illusion of employer-employee working distance and ordered one suite with the largest bed available. The air crew had sent their luggage and it was waiting in their suite. Indira unpacked their clothes and settled them in. Room service delivered a sampling of curried delicacies. The preview dinner menu featured everything but beef, cattle were sacred in the Hindu. “I’m pretty damned upset, really. I cried all last night. He dumped me out of the blue. And by telephone! He’s at the University of Chicago and couldn’t even be bothered to come see me. The philosophy class was exciting and interesting, so I guess that helped me mask it,” she said, a quiver in her voice. “Don’t be surprised if I start crying at some point.”“Steve’s apartment-mate had the same thing happen to her over the Summer. And Steve had something kind of similar about a year ago. I, on. My hands slowly worked the sunscreen into her skin, which was warm from the sun and very firm. I let my fingers slide up the side of her chest to brush the sides of her breasts. She made no sign she had noticed.“Shall I do your legs?” I asked.“Yes, please,” Sara answered.Starting near her feet I rubbed sunscreen into skin, moving slowly up her legs. Remembering the way I’d been turned-on in my Phuket massage, I lighten my touch. Very gently I caressed her skin just above her knees. I was.