The bricked path yawns away below us. Beside me, Obie licks his lips without looking up. One hand holds a pencil but he's not working on his notes an...more than I am. His fingers continue to trace a path up the smooth flesh of my thigh, working their way unhurriedly towards my skirt's hemline. It's summer, my legs are bare and I kicked off my Havanas half an hour ago. I can feel my own hands beginning to shake. A warm palm presses down on my skin. I glance across at him and he's staring at me.. So that night we went through the usual routine then sat down with a few beers, a few packs of chippies and we watched the movie, then after it was over my wife said change the tape, lets watch the other tape you were given.It was nothing spectacular, about 30 minutes and had a brief story line about a couple being forced to take shelter in a storm and having to make do with sharing a room, and that led to them getting it on and a video of them naked and engaging in the whole sex thing,. Wanting more, she leans around him, looking for somewhere - anywhere, to steal him away. Her eyes searching frantically, she finds a corner in the distance; not many people around, her eyes jolt back to his, sparkling sure to be there as she gently pulls him to the corner. She is greatful that he follows easily, willingly. They reach the corner and she turns, backing in until she feels the wall against her ass and back. She pulls him in close, so he has to brace himself on the wall to one side. Ravi opened the conversation, So, Sweta, do you know why you are here?”I nodded; I am your personal assistant. I will do whatever you want. Well, I don’t need you to fill my calendar, if that is what you are expecting to do” he said I know that I snapped at him. He asked me again, so, how will you assist me? I was getting tired of his questions. Obviously, he was expecting me to say something. So I went all out and said by being your whore and giving you company and satisfying you however you.