She wished more men knew how to treat and use their women, and that more women knew their place was at their man's feet .That's why she was so happy t... have her day job. It wasn't just that she was properly taken advantage of at work, but that she got to constantly work on things that were geared towards suppressing women. In the six years she'd been there, her Boss had helped get rapists off, or released early, provided means for legal services to many men so they that made out well on. He was five minutes late - I fucking hate when people are late.I told him so, and then told him I would punish him for this.he mumbled his apologies, and I told him to shut the fuck up.he was to speak only when I gave him permission. he nodded. I finished my beer and did not offer him anything. I told him to follow me. I went to the elevator. he followed. On the way up to the room, I told him to give me his phone. I turned it off - I did not want any interruptions, and bitches his age are. Her legs are toned from years of biking and dancing, and her small ass begs for his touch. As he returns to stand in front of her, he spies what he assumes is a small birthmark on her outer labia, and smiles in amusement. ‘Odd place for a birthmark,’ he muses to himself. ‘What are you doing now?’ She sounds nervous. The loss of physical contact is an uncomfortable surprise. ‘I’m looking at you.’ His gaze moves up her torso from the dip where her waist joins her hips to her full, creamy white. I opened it and Janhvi was standing outside with a book on her hand. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.I had seen her in shorts many times but this was the first time I felt something in my mind after seeing her naked thighs. She was definitely using good push up bra as her boobs were standing up. Her smile, dress, and perfume started to corrupt my mind.Add to the fact that we had kissed earlier and my mind was already thinking about banging her..