He noticed my eyes and movement and it made him harder showing even more as he pretended not to notice. "Whats your name?" He asked as I looked up eye... full of lust. "Vanessa Sir. You? " It sounded like a moan. "George young miss," he answered with a smirk.I imagined him punishing me with his cock. He grew so big as I said Sir his dick loosened his towel. "It's good to meet you Sir," I moan staring at his delicious cock wanting it inside me.He see my eyes cast down at his dick so he stares at. He appeared like a character stepped out of an adventure novel. With his beard stubble, his longish black hair slightly disheveled and roughly brushed back, and wearing only his blue jeans, he was as sexy as a guy in the middle of the woods could ever be. Her feline eyes safely concealed behind sunglasses followed his every move with appreciation. Biting the end of her graphite pencil, she was completely mesmerized by him and decided that he was the inspiration she had been waiting for. She. She didn't sound like she meant the words, but I also knew that she wouldn't let me go much further.Still, I had to get in one last dig. I grabbed a handful of her long, auburn hair and pulled. She gasped.I pressed my cock against her ass and leaned over. My other hand reached around and pinched one of her nipples. I bit her earlobe."I am going to fuck your brains tonight," I promised."You're goddam right you are," she breathed.For me, that was the point of no return. I either needed to stand. But she couldn’t answer questions as constant images of Nidhi ran through her mind. As expected, she failed the interview. But that did not disappoint her. All her thoughts were about Nidhi and the time they had spent together.Trupti, however, thinks it was her fault. She is also looking to forget that old chapter and wants to be friends again with Nidhi. Trupti returned home from the interview and changed into a sexy silky gown that reached her thighs. She was not wearing any bra or panty as.