..”“A MIssus Barton on the phone asking for you or Cindy. You’re here...”“Thank you, Lanie.” Lanie’s been with us a couple of years now,...from part-time help/Beck’s intern to one of Beck’s crew. She multi-tasks from the front desk, fielding phone calls while she takes care of billing.“Good morning. This is Dan Richards. How can I help you?”“Mister Richards,” the female voice said with a quiver, “My Ray used to fly into your field on weekends...”Ah-ha! ‘Barton’. Mister Barton with his happy old. "If I had knownhow... compatible we are, I would've made this a regular thing yearsago." Look, Leslie, I..." I began but was interrupted by her:"Faith." Excuse me?" I mostly go by Faith these days," she explained. "After all, if I lookand sound the part, why not? If it walks like a duck and it fucks likea duck... You get the picture." Yeah, why not indeed," I said, not necessarily getting the picture.I turned my back to her and looked around the apartment. The floor ofthe main living space was. Tanya pleads for me to come into her. Rising with my lips swathed in her juice, she guides my eager cock into her snatch. As I grab an ass cheek and thigh, and slide my shaft into her wet, silky pussy, we both moan. My length repeatedly disappears between the wet lips of her pussy, then emerges again up to its purple head. My balls jiggle as they slide back and forth before her soaking muff.With a hand on one of Tanya’s ass cheeks and the other on her waist so that I can better direct my cock. ”“But Kasthuri, I didn’t force myself on you, you were willing,” Ayan tried to explain, startled with Kasthuri’s behavior. “Please, I don’t know how it happened. Please don’t mention it. Please don’t make it any more difficult for me here,” she added.Then she left the room without even waiting for Ayan’s reaction. He looked on, through his blinds, as she went back to her desk. He looked at her, her body, and once again that night flashed back in his mind. And he immediately lowered the blind.