Amrita was standing in front of her table with her ass touching the table edge, her legs crossed, hair flowing on one side of her neck and hands folde....She was wearing something which definitely wasn’t worn for offices. Her dark eyes piercing Aman. Her lips had never looked so red. The dress hugging her amazing body and she looked nothing short of a sultry goddess. ‘What the fuck was happening?’ Aman thought to himself.The dim lights, his demigod boss, all alone in the office. He quickly. He told me that he liked the way I was licking under his balls but he knew I was avoiding his ass hole and that wasn't good. He said I need to embrace the full black body, then he turned around and knelt at the edge of the couch, with his knees spread and his cock and balls hanging down. He then said, lick my ass hole faggot and do it good. In my head I said Oh My God! I CAN'T do that! But my body knew that I needed to do it quickly, so I leaned in and licked under his balls and let my tongue. I crawl up your body and kiss you softly as I go. Kissing and licking up the inside of your thighs, over your stomach and pausing briefly over your nipples blowing gently. Continuing up to your neck, and finishing by gently nibbling your ear. I feel your erection pushing against my leg and feel it slightly wet with precum. I lie next to you and use my nails to run them over your body, feeling you involuntarily move your pelvis in my direction, indicating you're excited by what I'm doing. You. Funny thing is I never covered my tit. When he came back, again he was looking right at it. He said you know I took a massage class at the college. I drank down my third margarita and said is that so? He said yup sure did I could give you a massage if you’d like. I smiled and said I suppose your massage table is out in your car. He said no but a kitchen table or coffee table with cushions would work. I just sat there thinking to myself, twice I was interrupted today. I told him well what the.