Back at the door he continued to unlock to the door. ” I’m not early am I?” came a voice from behind him. Aarav turned around and saw a young gi...l, about 23 years old, pretty face and pleasant smile.“Umm, I’m not sure.” He replied.“I’m Nandini, the new IT person here for a couple of weeks then back to college.” She said while sticking out her hand.“I’m Aarav also in IT, so I’ll say no you’re not early.”“Great.” She replied.The two of them proceeded to the office. The day passed by quickly, as. “Oh Mark; mm yeah lick my pussy baby.” His tongue played with me until I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt it coming... coming... coming... CUMMING! I shook and grabbed his hair holding him at my pussy. He lapped up my juices making those slurping sounds. I calmed down and began to relax, he finished off with little butterfly kisses and he slowly moved over my body to kiss me. I could taste myself as he kissed me; I licked his mouth like I would an ice cream. I felt his bulge, he. Well I’m going to let you guys get back to your debauchery and go find Davey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Hunt,” Fritch said. “Um, Fritch, dude, you might just want to talk to Davey tomorrow, too. I don’t think he’d appreciate being bothered right now,” Hunter said. “Oh . . . okay, well everyone is getting some tonight, huh? Damn, the merchandise guy just doesn’t ever fucking get any does he? You don’t have any more friends, do you?” he asked. Moria laughed, “Nope, sorry,” she said. “Oh fucking. Not a face you could forget easily.Her sari was in the Bengali style not Indian, but she managed to convey the contours of her body perfectly. Her breasts were large and although covered up by her sari, they seemed to invite you to squeeze them.Mr. Hossain introduced her as his wife Shama. This ended, abruptly, my brief fantasy of a business trip bang with this hot Bengali dish. We chatted for a while over tea. Before Mr Hossain insisted on my joining them for dinner at their home.I accepted as.