I became very good at massaging cunt. Another day she asked me to get inside the sari and lick her dripping cunt. She would massage my cock almost dai...y. Many times I put my hands inside her sari even when she was doing some household chore. She would then stop; stand still with her legs open and body slightly bent while I sat on the ground and twiddled her pussy. On days when I did not go to school, I would come over to her while she was swabbing the floor hunched down, with her sari riding up. The previous night around the dinner table, an impromptu war council wasbeing held. Stephen and Denise had invited Angie and her mysteryboyfriend over for a meal, and Stephen had been a little surprised todiscover that she was dating Andrew Davis, a quiet, almost reclusive manfrom their office. He'd been surprised that Angie was dating at all,given what he took to be utter disinterest on her part in that sort ofthing, but Denise had merely swatted the back of his head playfully whenhe'd said as. I have been masturbating.” She responded. “Yes, I know Sally.” He said. “Playing with yourself haven’t you?” “Yes.” “A married woman should always ask her husband first before she does that Sally.” He told her. “You didn’t did you?” She shook her head. “So what shall we do about it then?” He asked as his hands moved over her bottom. “Punish me.” She sighed “Who should punish you Sally?” He asked her. She remained silent for a few a moments. “I would prefer my husband to do it.” She. Julie was excited about getting an office, as silly as that was. It was, after all, a symbol of a person who had arrived. Leaving the ‘cube farm’ behind was the surest indication that she was on an upward track in her career. But that was only the beginning. Early that afternoon, as she was still moving things into her new office and getting settled, her boss poked his head in. ‘Next week,’ he said without preamble, ‘you and Tony have to go out to Medicorp. Fly Monday and be there Tuesday and.