She was in her mid-twenties and was taking care of the marketing department for the London office. She was gorgeous, well dressed, dusky in complexion...around 5’6 height. She carried herself very well and had something to her which made her attractive.In my first week, I started to have coffee chat with everyone and didn’t have a chance to chat to Shruti on day one. It was not intentional, but I was so busy. However, we were looking at each other when we passed, the look had something to it.A. Just a decent figure, with her light brown-blondish hair down just past her shoulders, perfect brown eyes, and breasts that were so impressive it was hard not to stare!Sometimes, after our younger siblings had gone to bed, I'd be allowed to keep playing games in the pool with Crystal if she was around and I remember cursing to myself when Mum or Dad would interrupt and tell me it was now my bedtime too and I had to go home. To me, she had a way of being playful, perhaps almost a bit flirty, but. It was now muskier and tarter, with an added note of bleach. I smiled."Derek, I can't use your sperm for paint any more. But let's see what else we can do with it." I pushed him onto the bed and masturbated him to an erection as he played with my swinging tits. We giggled like children. When he was at last hard, I straddled him, slipped his shaft into me and fucked him with a slow, steady rhythm, letting his knob slide the length of my vagina, savoring the way its ridge felt as it slid inside. She tried to convince herself that Mrs W may have done it without realising, but that didn’t work as again how could that be? As the ten minutes were drawing to an end she just told herself how much the spanking was going to hurt. Just as they always did. Once the ten minutes were up Ann ordered, “Right young lady. Come here and get across my lap.” Helen turned, and, as expected, saw Mrs W sitting on the chair glaring at her as she half walked half waddled over to her as she was restricted by.