I met her in my office. I was working with a BPO as QA and she was an agent. She was a beautiful, average height Punjabi girl with big black eyes. Her...face was round. She had a light skin tone and hairs were feathery soft, black and long.Her lips were juicy soft and red. She had a milky pair of boobs with big and round ass. She was a complete sex package or you can say she was a complete fuck able girl. When I first her, she was in skin tight kurti and salwar with sky blue colour duppat on it.. There isn’t supposed to be anyone ... I didn’t realize...”Logan leaped to his feet, slinging the scabbard from his sword blade and pointing it at the intruder. Somehow, the man’s eyes got even bigger as terror painted his features in lines of near panic.“Stop!” Logan barked. “Don’t move. You so much as breathe wrong and I will cut you in half.”The man obeyed and staggered to a sudden halt, holding his hands up in surrender. “I meant no harm! I thought the cavern empty and was just passing. ” He is talking about the world cup. He is a huge soccer fan. You are too. He is going on about his English teams. You are listening, but not really paying attention. “You want a beer?” he asks as he gets up. “No, I’m good. I’m gonna get another glass of wine,” you say. “Alright.” He goes into the garage. You go to the counter and pour yourself another glass of wine. You look at the bottle and notice you have had almost the whole thing. He walks up behind you. You didn’t hear him come in.. She wouldn’t have to look, but she knew that the guys in the class were partly there for her. To watch her move and stretch. Whilst she always had a cool down session after her run, her perspiration, would be there just around the edges of her clothing. Down her back, around her chest, where her skin was exposed. The very light moisture on her skin, with her tight grey top, and slightly darker yoga pants, with stripes wrapping around her legs leading down to her ankles. She wore black Nike.