He’s been working so much lately, stressed right out and is probably skipping dinner tonight to get the car finished. I smile as I head to the showe..., humming under my breath.I can hear the radio blasting as I jump out of the cab at his shop. Nervous now, I hope he doesn’t get upset with me showing up like this. I catch my heel in a grate at the door, shit!, what kind of a fool wears heels to a paint shop! I don’t see him anywhere so I head to the back towards what I assume is the office. He’s. We had rounds of three or four drinks and was enjoying the ambiance and as rittu started stripping her off her saree suddenly there was a knock at the door.I opened the door and there was dilawar standing and on seeing rittu on a high with her saree falling from her shoulder he wanted to talk with me and I asked him what it was and then he proposed me that there was a client who saw rittu in the reception area and he is willing to pay around 50000 to fuck rittu because all were thinking that I. “Umm,” he liked what he saw. And suddenly, he smashed her tits. “Ahhh!!” she shouted in pain. But he knew she liked it. So, he started mauling her fair tits in his hand, turning them red.Then he engulfed her nipple in his mouth. “Ahhh..” This was getting too much for her. Though she had a husband, who himself was a great lover in the bed, the harshness and pain by this man overshadowed the romanticism and pleasure of her husband.And now, he started biting her tits. Her whole upper body was. Now I am the dominant one, the one in control, the centre of attention. Now I want you to get back on your knees and crawl back to the kitchen. I hope you remember the way with your blindfold on bitch. Use your mouth to pick up a strap-on, carry it back to me, and leave it on the bed.”With that she stripped down my boxers, and pushed me back to the floor. “Fetch boy, go fetch for your Mistress!”Slowly but surely I made may way out of the room, Carrie laughing each time I bumped into something,.