I love Samantha like a little sister and even though she's a reporter, she hasn't had much experience dealing with the competitive side of other women... It's extremely obvious to me that Liz wanted Samantha to appear less professional than she, so she didn't make the suggestions for Sam to improve her wardrobe. I lean close to Sam and answer, "Sam, Liz let you wear your old wardrobe so that you would appear less professional than her. It was her way of making sure she was the 'top dog'. I didn't move it, 2 knuckles of my finger in her ass, I allowed her to adjust. She began to move her ass, my finger slipping deeper with each movement. She was moaning passionately now.I slipped my tongue down, licking it around the outside her anus, around my probing finger. She was gasping for breath, her body bucking. I slid my tongue back up, probing it as deep into her folds as it would go. I twirled my tongue around her clit. Supporting myself on my elbows I slipped 2 fingers into her. He groaned as the surge of pleasure built up, his head rested against her shoulder while her head did the same. They rolled together, trying to forget their pain loosing themselves in each other and their love for each other. Slowly their rhythm built up as they gripped each other more tightly. They moaned against the sensations as they pulled back slightly and passionately kissed, as the surge reached its apex, crashing over them. They swallowed each other’s cries as they hugged each other. He still sit on my bed. I told him that I am going to bath. U sit here in my room. My bath is over. I called to Raj for giving me towel. He open his towel and given to me. After some time I was came from bathroom. I was wearing only towel. Nothing inside. My hairs are wet. Towel was hiding only my nipples and from bottoms my pussy. He is in jockey’s inner. He cook was standing trough his inner. I go to on makeup table and sit on that. He stand and come to me. He keeps his hands on my shoulder..