I like the way you’re thinking. Run with it, let me know if you can get something going and I’ll pitch it to higher ups.”“Great!” she replie... with a smile. Normally, Emily would be mentally shooting daggers at her boss. Pitch it to the higher ups meant pitching it as her idea, Shawnice wasn’t above taking (or rather stealing) credit. But for the moment, she was distracted trying not to show outwardly her hyper awareness of her still sensitive breasts. If nothing else, at least the sports bra. She dint resist it but she didn’t respond to it either so I caressed her waist n squeezed a bit and went up and caressed her back sliding my hands into her blouse n then she was kinda into it as her breathing became heavy and fast. So I continued and unhooked her blouse n hugged her tight caressing her whole back n her waist n then her butt. I pulled my pant down n held her butt n pulled it towards me feeling her pussy over her sari. I took her sari off n also her petticoat off n took off her. 1 dam se phatak tod k ghus gaye . . . Uhhhhhh.Main bina kuch bole mami k boobs dabane laga or age piche dhakke dene laga. Main halke dhakke de raha tha or mami bhi ahen bhar rahi thi. 1 dam se maine meri speed badha di or zor zor se mami ko chodne laga. Pura kamra mami ki chikhon se or humare sharir k takrane se gunjne laga.Mami: aaaaah ahhhh ahhhh or zor se ah aaaaahhhhh.Thap thap thap thap . . .Sharir k takrane ki awaz.Mami: aaaaahhhhhhh, uiiiiii ma ma , aaaaahhhhhhhhh.Thap thap thap.5 minute. Of course there was no way to know that immediately, so we just carried on as if we were doing it to have fun.Around a month and a half later, I arrived with more paperwork to review. Actually, it wasn't paperwork. Everything was electronic with appropriate security and encryption. What do you call it? "digiwork?" Not really the point, I guess.When she opened the door, Karen looked different. She was relaxed, but then she was always relaxed with me. She seemed very happy, but then she always.