He sucked me right down to the base and started playing with my balls. I opened my legs wide. He reached down, grabbed some oil and put a finger into ...y asshole, gently, slowly, then quickly and hard. It hurt, but his mouth on my dick felt so good. He started to finger fuck me slowly as he sucked me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.“You didn’t o cum,” he said, finally.“No, not yet.” My dick was still solid.“What would you like, a hand job, or for me to suck you off?” I thought for a second of my cum. “May I get you some coffee?” the young receptionist asked.“Oh, that would be lovely. Thankyou. The air conditioning in here does dry your mouth out doesn’t it!” replied Katrina.“Not to mention your skin” responded Carol. “I have to apply moisturizer several times a day or I would dry up like an autumn leaf.”Katrina walked with Carol over to the coffee dispenser and asked, “You look very young for a receptionist, Carol. How long have you been at BSC?”“I’ve been here for three weeks and have only. Paani giraya… maa ko ya didi…ko.” She giggled. “chup kutia… tumko yaad kar raha thaa..” I spoke.. “Hai,.. phir se bolo…”“kya?”“wohi jo tumne abhi mujhe kaha..”“ kya… kutia!” “haan, mujhe… kutia khahlana bahut achha lag_ta hai…”“Apne gharwala ko bolo wo tumhe kutia kah_kar pukarega, kutia …”“saala kutia banata hai lekin kutia bol_ta nahi. Ab se tum mujhe ‘kutia’ ke nam se pukaro…lekin akele me..” She continued, “ lekin Raja abhi se ye paani giraoge to kamjor ho jaoge aur pheer tumhari gharwli. "Oh shit" I thought, well and truly busted here. As I drew level with the car I saw that the driver was rather an elderly looking gentleman, small and neat in appearance. "Want a lift, looks like a storm is on the way?". "Please" I replied, thinking it seemed somehow easier than saying no- and the rain seemed imminent.I got in and fastened my seatbelt, again acutely aware of what I was wearing. We set off and amid the general small talk I noticed the man taking frequent glances at my thighs,.