He thought something nice was coming.I bound his hands, and then moved on to his feet - tying them together. I sat in the desk in front of him, making...sure to leave my legs just a little bit open so he'd be able to see the white of my cotton panties.Judging by the tent in his pants, he did.I bit my lip, leaned in, and said, "Don't say I didn't warn you."I leaned over top of him, so he could see the top of my bust, and slowly undid his belt buckle. I told him to lift his bottom and pulled down. From the tip of her slit downward, he kept moving, gently separating her lips. Still moving, slowly, deliberately, he began to toy with her wet opening. Watching her face, he slid his finger deep inside her. He was welcomed by the sound of her gasp. His finger moved in and out, fucking her slowly, sensually. He never took his eyes off hers. Each time he slid his finger in it was a little firmer and he would hold it in her a little longer. You could hear the sound of her wetness, and her. When the manager was not there, I would just brush my hand on Kajal’s ass. Also, while doing handshakes, I would try to take my hand close to Kajal’s firm tits. She kind of liked it and blushed but sometimes, she scolded me saying that someone might notice.A few days passed and then Kajal started patting me on my back and sometimes, on my bum. She would tease me by bending too much while explaining the exercises.When doing crunches, she would brush her boobs on my knees. Once Kajal went to the. 'Oh! I see,' She reached for her phone, announced me and hung up. 'Her personal assistant will be right out.' We chatted until the woman of my dreams appeared. My jaw dropped. A stunning young Goddess was walking toward us with the confident elegance of a prima ballerina. Her figure was athletic yet curvy and built to send heart rates and blood pressures soaring. Black, curly, shoulder-length hair framed an angelic face, with large soft eyes, a flawless caramel skin, and plush, kissable lips..