I walked into her office and she was doing paper work almost unaware of my presence. I gave her a good once over attempting to perhaps size her up psy...hologically. She sat with an air of confidence but at the same time seemed very approachable. Although I was told she was an older woman she certainly did not look it. Her face was warm and friendly, a far cry from the stand offish person I had been told about. She had tied back her long blond hair for clearly practical purposes. She was in. If her armpits were any indication, I bet she was pretty furry down below too.I wasn't wrong. The skinny brown-eyed cutie had a fluffy muff and gently stroked herself while DJ got undressed and I continued to enjoy the show. She appeared to loosen up and liked being the center of attention."Do you think I have a pretty pussy, Mrs. J?" she asked, while rubbing her fingers back and forth, giving me an occasional glimpse of her meaty pink pussy lips.She was right, I did like what I saw, but I. She thought about the coming hours, when Janani would be arriving home after a long absence from the US. She had missed her so much. Eshani could not wait to fall into Janani’s arms and make love. After weeks without each other it would be wonderful to feel Janani’s hands on her body again and have their legs entwined as the morning rolled toward them after a long night of passion.Eshani felt the water run down her body and trickle away as she stood under the warm shower head. The soap, still. .”He’s old enough to be your father, strong but slow, and he hasn’t realised that he is fucked up and fucked out, a loser, a has-been. Just keep on your toes, and you’ll have him pinned before he can fart or belch.” The Handler was an arch manipulator, and the sexy young fucker hadn’t a clue. “Do I really have to bugger him, sir?” “It’s the tradition here, you wouldn’t want to disappoint the guys? Anyway, it isn’t sex, think of it as humiliation, part of the wrestling itself.” Ye gods, the.