The banks would close at around 3:00 PM and the scrolls would start coming in through the messengers at about 4:00 PM. My job would start at 3:30 PM a...d end at midnight. There were 3 bank branches in about 5—6 miles radius, who would send the scrolls in and after all the scrutiny, next morning they were delivered back to the respective branch. The timings of the job were very odd but I could understand, unless the public dealing in the branches was over, the scrolls were not all ready, my job. It is perfect, I am getting moist just thinking about what I have in store for Dave.I fawn over the bike because men like to hear about their bikes, and it makes them feel good. Some psychological crap about a man, his penis, and its relationship to his bike. The motorcycle was a thing of beauty. A Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, all decked out with chrome, leather and the bike was a massive beast. Now, what woman can resist something massive and vibrating between her legs?Finally, the bell rings in. His warm rod of steel filled me deeply until I could feel his heavy balls pressed hard against my perineum. Oh fuck I thought he is huge, even bigger than Mister Happy!The bandit wasted no time settling into a rhythm of heavy long thrusts, his broad pelvis pounded mine hard, bumping me so hard that my breasts bounced and swayed. I had little to no resistance, as my love tunnel still slick from my mind-blowing orgasm just minutes earlier melded her-self around his pummelling sinewy shaft. He. I was in a semi-conscious state when I lifted my hand and placed it on her waist. This was not at all intentional because I was used to wrapping my arms around a pillow while sleeping and here there were no pillows for my arms. I felt her hold my hand and ‘keep’ it away from her. I thought that I was about to ruin my image and so I apologized,“I am sorry Neha aunty, I am used to holding a pillow in my arms while sleeping and so I didn’t realize that I had put my arms on you.”“It’s alright.