”I was nodding. I looked away and then back at the man. “It’s hard, sir, very hard,” I said.“Things, worth the time to do or to have often c...me with a lot of hard work attached to them, Jim. Anyway, think about what we’ve talked about today. Okay?” he said.“Sure, I guess,” I said.The man was right. There was no doubt about that. But could I do what he was suggesting? I wasn’t sure about that, not sure at all. But he had made a couple of offhand suggestions that might be worth the time to. He left me there. I am really unsure now how long it was. It could have been 5 minutes or 20 minutes. My mouth filled with the taste of my own pussy, unable to swallow, drooling into a puddle under my cheek, my ass filled and my pussy aching. Finally I felt his hands on my flesh, reaching under my stomach and lifting me so that my stomach was no longer touching the floor. His hands slowly made their way to my breasts as he began to rub my nipples, giving them slight pinches and flicks. He began. I turned my back towards him.“You know I am not wearing a panty, also pajama stitches are removed. The wet stains at seat must be awful” I said in despair. Rahul gave one look and whistled.“Gosh, are you sure stain is from juices and not from bladder. You didn’t go to rest room for many hours” I slapped and kissed him for his outrageous remark.Rahul arranged my chunni strategically to conceal the wet mark. I resumed my seat by the time Jaya and Sita returned.“See you, Pallavi, I will catch up. For all your self control and discipline, I smiled knowing you never really got soft when I was next to you, touching you, kissing you.As I pulled up to your office trailer, I checked myself in the mirror. My makeup was fresh and minimal, as instructed. Except my lips. Deep red lipstick was always so flattering to my face. I knew that would go over well. As I got out of the car, I realized several men had stopped their work and were looking at me. I smiled at the forklift driver, tossed my hair.