" Though I was sure she be half-crazed especially after a story like that.She smiled softly, "Your very welcome sir."I understood her words but did no... really understand her meaning. I was also in no mood to be preached. Instead I stood and folded down my bench and then crawled upon it to feign sleep, anxious to again be alone with my thoughts. Instead I replayed the lady's story over and over while my minds eye studied the story teller in minute detail.It had been days since I had slept and. Her face may have been wet with tears, but her pussy was also sopping wet as a result of my blows. I ordered her to get up and lie on my bed.When she had done as I asked, I climbed up beside took her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. When I probed her mouth with my tongue, she responded with passion. I broke the kiss and my attention turned to her breasts. As I kissed, caressed and sucked on them she began to emit little moans of pleasure.I responded to this by kissing further down. Now let’s begin The Real Incident. I Got a Call from her and she said that she is coming to Calcutta to meet her parents and want to have some personal moments couple of days which she meant with me. I had to plan official tour To Bangalore for 3 days in the 1st Week of January.Actually I booked a 3 star hotel at Digha which is 4 hours journey by train from Calcutta also booked the train tickets in DUronto express and we decided to meet at Howrah Station at 11:00 Hrs, as Duronto Leaves at 11:30. She squinted up find her nemesis Emily Winder silhouetted against the sun, hands on hips and a smug look on her face. Emily was a regional manager at the gym, a haughty, arrogant businesswoman who used her wiles to get ahead and looked down everyone else. Calling her a ?simpering bubble-head who slept her way to the top? to her face at a drunken office party had made their already sour relationship even worse. And so Emily took every opportunity to make her life difficult, pulling strings to.