I couldn't give a fuck.'Do you want to slap my vag a bit?' She asked.Seemed like a rhetorical question to me so in reply I knelt at the side of her he...d and fed her my cock again. She got to work on that and I reached down to spread her legs and give her clit a little flick. She had a bit of a bush, trimmed, but in need of some tlc. 'You should shave.' I told her.'Mmmmllggh' she repiled. I started to fuck her mouth. The little make up she had been wearing was starting to smear and I spat on. As soon as they moved out of the room he immedialtely said you can have the business but I need that girl to serve me. Salman was waiting for that moment. He agreed and asked me take that guy to the bed room. As soon as we entered the room, he took me in his arms and gave me long French kiss. He moved his tongue inside my mouth and started licking my tongue. In the meantime, he removed my saree and I was now only in my bra and panty. Then he took off his pants while I was lying in the bed. His. Dare me to be really naughty baby! I found myself whispering to the model as the next page turned.At first she was very disappointed to see the next picture as it showed just the models face with her fingers in her mouth but disappointment turned into a mix of disgust and excitement as she realized the model was licking the fingers that were inside her pussy, I don't get it this is gross she thought but her pussy was on fire at the thought of tasting her own pussy juices, it was as if her mind. I pointed out the small scar on my crotch and told her that wasn’t happening.That was the beginning of the end.Over the last four years she had fucked countless other men. I didn’t care.Then I saw her in the break room flirting with one of her co workers Paul.The end was near.Months went by. She stopped coming home. When I asked her about it she said she was hanging out with friends or working late, but I knew better.Then, one day, she didn’t come home.The end was here.I thought about firing.