1″ long and 3″ thick. I work as an operations manager for a steel plate company.I handle the operation in the Middle East and India. I am located ...n Dubai, and I am a frequent traveler. This is a continuation of my previous story, “Milking My Secretary – Part 1.”I had mentioned in my previous story about my secretary. Her name is Payal. She is a Punjabi girl, 27 years old with a sexy and slim figure. Her figure must be 34-28-34. After our first encounter at her apartment, we were. ” Aapa would say. “Ji aapa” I would reply. “Don’t call me aapa! You’re supposed to call me darling jaan like Abbu calls Ammi!” “Ji darling jaan.” I giggled. Aapa held the cover open for me to join her in bed. I hopped in and she immediately took me in her arms and would kiss me on the lips. During that time we didn’t really know what we were doing. Our lips would be firmly closed as we kissed. It had never occurred to us to open our mouths. In fact it probably would have seemed quite disgusting. “I mean really think. My bum for instance, too loose, too tight?” Mike smiled and moved his eyes across her as she turned and slightly bent for him.“Lovely bum, it’s just right. Don’t you go thinking you need to slim or anything. I like you the way you are.” “Even my bum, darling. Look, I will bend over a bit. Does it - well sort of entice you to do anything?” Mike looked up showing an uncertain expression. Babs just thought she saw a glint there. Perhaps he did have something in mind he felt. With tender care, my unhurried touch was sweet revenge for how she had teased me in the van. Rolling onto her front, I worked up from her calves with the slowest caress to the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. With a solitary outstretched little finger I grazed her vulva. Eliciting a faint response, her hand travelled down rubbing lotion over her bare sex. Her hand found my semi-erect length and began to stroke it slowly. In an act of auto-stimulation, her fingers parted her labia..