What is it?” He knew he was repeating himself, but his mind was seizing up.His heart, however, had the opposite problem, pounding so hard and fast t...at he felt it must be audible. He was acutely aware of her perfume, his breath catching as the scent grew stronger when she leant closer to place a sheet of paper on his desk. To see the small details so close – each fine hair on her forearm, the slight chip in the nail varnish where she had knocked her finger on the corner of her desk an hour. He stopped me, and asked me,”Do you know to dance on item numbers like ‘Chikni Chameli’?”. I was stunned by his question, and said angrily,”What the hell are you talking about? Why will I dance on a item number?” He started laughing, and the what he said was not expected. He said,”Remember Anirban Bhattacharya? He said, that I looked like a whore dancing infront of him, Sujit, and Sarathi, wearing a night dress.” I was taken aback by his openness.And then it all came flashing in front my eyes. "Got him Tess, skinny little runt! Maybe he wanted some lingerie forhimself!"Marcus joked as he handed over the young man to me and what he wastrying to pinch from me.The young man looked about 20 or so, was about 5 foot 8 and was quitethin. A buzzcut haircut style, and his hair was blonde. The man lookedterrified as i addressed him and found what items he was trying tosteal."So young man! Red satin bra, red satin panties, a red satin garterbeltand a red satin slip! Someone sure likes red satin. When she returned she stood at the side of the bed and asked me if I was worn out, maybe too tired to..."No," I said."You're the boss," Miss Couse said as she rolled onto the bed on her back. "How do you want me?"I didn't know. All of a sudden I was lost, and although I had a hard-on when I climbed up onto my knees and knee-walked over between Miss Couse's legs, I started losing it when I moved up in between those muscular thighs. Panic set in. I tired to push my deflating dick into her, but.