"Not really," she said. "Worst day ever. My husband has been pissing me off constantly, and when i try to tell him to stop or get back at him, he pa...ses it off as a joke. My daughter wants a tattoo and when i say no keeps saying I'm old and prudish and never do anything risky or taboo. Now, in addition to my normal Saturday work, which all you don't have to do, Sandy is making me clean her office because she's a neat freak that never keeps neat. I'm so mad i could scream." You should tell. The heroine of the story is my office colleague. Her name is Sadhana (name changed). We both joined for the job together and hence we became good friends. Coming to her stats, she is so pretty and an innocent hottie with a figure of 32-34-32 and perfect shape. I used to appreciate her looks and she used to enjoy that.One day, I came in a scooter to the office. Since her home was just 15 minutes away from mine, I asked her if she wants to get dropped. She agreed. It was 11 pm at night. She was. As I lay there, he slipped one of his hands inside my panties and begancaressing my bottom. I loved it... but it was hard for him to reach, so Itwisted around until we were facing. I wrapped my arms around him and pulledus together tightly; my breasts squeezed into his chest, and I felt his hairon my areolae. Yes, I did remember that word even under those circumstances;that's just who I am. The thought made me laugh a little. My voice was likea bell, clear and light.He returned my embrace. His. He's grinding his already hard dick against my ass and pushing my hips into the counter. He quickly spins me around and plants deep passionate French kisses into me. I respond and return the intensity. His hands are on my ass now and I feel his fingers making their way straight for my asshole. He's stroking my ass, kissing me deeply and then he begins to talk dirty in my ear. He asked me if I would be his willing slut tonight. I grunt yes! With that he thrust his two middle fingers into my wet.