It seems that there is always a cigarette resting there anymore. He had managed to quit for six months before all of this had started, and had been ra...her proud of that. Now, all that work had been for nothing. He knows that he needs to quit again but he also knows that this is not the time. So he sits there in the designated smoking section, off to one side of the parking lot, beside the dumpster. He hopes that he looks thoughtful and composed. He’s not entirely sure why he should care what. We got well lubricated at the bar, then decided to go to the strip club. They have been there several times, so I was looking forward to seeing how Peggy reacted when the ladies started dancing. We arrived. It was your typical club, except it was totally nude. You had to bring your own beverages, so we had a bottle of whiskey and would buy the setups from the club. It was smoky and loud, and full of beautiful, sleazy women. Most of them only wearing G-strings, as they trolled around looking for. M was my manager initially in my office. But she was shifted later on to other team when I was promoted. By the way, we both work in Bangalore. Let’s talk about M first since the first day I laid my eyes upon her and I was damn attracted towards her. I was 23 when I joined the company and M was 26, a Bengali married and working as my manager. She had the most awesome ass that I have ever seen. I had seen Bengalis but was never was in contact such a pretty face and a beautiful body. I never. I could see the outline of her cunt-hairs through the filmy material. A growing sensation began down in my crotch which made my cock start to swell. My excitement and Mom's nearness made me bolder and I resolved to see how far she would let me go.Hoping she wouldn't notice, I started to work my hands further up to her smooth, firm calves. I rubbed her right calf feeling the tension run out of them. Ever so slowly, I moved onward up to her knee and rubbed all the tension out of them too. I could.