She tilted her pelvis up, urging me to push my finger into her untested orifice. Instead, I went for her clit, gentling circling the sensitive nub wit... my fingertip, occasionally applying direct pressure.“Oh my god,” she moaned, “that feels so good.” I kept at it, amazed at how much wetter she got the longer I teased her. “God, I can’t take it! Oh god! Oh god!” She started bucking her hips. “Please stop! It’s too much! I’m … I’m … I’m CUMMING!” she screamed, as her orgasm overtook her.She. " She turned to her co-worker and said, "Sorry, Rachel, we'll have to finish this later. I've got a lunch date."After Rachel left, Becky asked, "Where are we going for lunch?"I had Becky sit at her desk and said, "You will be eating this lovely sandwich at your desk. And I will be eating my lovely Becky under the desk." But, sir..." Becky started nervously. Then she got a wicked grin on her face, pushed herself away from the desk and let me climb under. She wiggled her skirt up, and rolled. ” Jab uske do teen baar kehne se bhi main nahi utha toh usne meri razai pakad kar kheench di or boli” or kitna sooge ab utho or chai peeyo or neeche chalo vanha koi nahi hai mujhe darr lag raha hai”. Maine kaha “darr darr kis baat ka”. Toh boli “pata nahi par, tum neeche chalo chaaho toh vanhi so jaana mujhe darr nahi lagega kam se kam main ghar ka kaam toh kar lungi”. Maine uthkar paani ki botal uthai kulla kiya or chai peene laga chai peene k baad main fir se razai odkar so gaya. Bechari. ” “Travelling.” “Yes, in fact. Travelling.” He went over to the window and looked over at the glittering city, its eternal roar a silent gesture in the warm room. She was beside him before he realised she had moved, closer than she’d been all evening. He could scent her, an old lion scenting a lithe young doe. He grinned suddenly at the trite image. A doe with a kick, he thought. No pushover, this one. “What are you smiling at out there?” “Out there? No. In here.” He turned to face her. She was.