One day, I was packing my books to go to the hostel after the last class and I got a text message from an unknown number.It said, “Come to my staffr...om.” I knew it was Madhavi ma’am for sure. I told my friends that I will come to the hostel after some time and I rushed to the staffroom.My teacher was standing near the window and looking outside. It was drizzling that day and she had a semi-wet hair. Her saree was also wet here and there.She wore a semi-transparent blue saree with a black. Tuesday was her regular night out with the girls and she had been doing that since before we got married so the question was has this been going on that long or has she suddenly started using her night out as cover. Thursday she said she had to work late to get out Friday's payroll. Something was going on and I decided to find out what.The next Tuesday when Diane left for her night out with the "girls" I followed her. Fortunately my pick up was an automatic and I didn't need to use a clutch to. ’ I was rounding third and heading for home. Mike was right, the best way to get someone’s attention is to flatter them, even if the praise isn’t warranted. Besides, some may actually try to live up to the compliments I was handing out so freely. ‘I have always considered myself a team player, but it seems that you and your staff have taken that concept to its highest level. I look forward to working with you, Mr. Johnson, and I am proud to be a member of this family.’ The conference room burst. UNH, UNH, UNG, ooh, ooh, oh, MIke, that feels fantastic. Oh, do it some more."He continued to finger my butt as I slumped against him, the pleasure so unexpected, so wonderful.He kept it up for a few minutes until, "Um, that's making me a little sore right now, Mike, okay," and he pulled his finger out and turned the water back on and we rinsed off again, got out and dried each other off. As I toweled his cock and balls, I saw he was only about half-erect. I almost took him in my mouth, but,.