.. fucking hot spunk on my fucking face - shit the fucking taste makes me want it so fucking bad." I had been looking at her face in shock through thi... and it was only now I noticed she had her hand down the front of her jeans whilst the other was still at her breast. She stopped speaking and seemed to be looking out the window. She played with herself, starting to breathe harder, and muttered things like, "Lick it and suck it all", "God I need it", "All over my tits". Needless to say I had had. I loved her simple nature. She liked me as well and we became friends.I got her number and my only goal of life became to make her happy so that she’d recover from depression.Days passed very fast and so was our closeness. We started liking each other. Soon my 2nd Semister exam was over and I had to go to Mumbai to do it in a reputed org. and she did it at Delhi.The didtance increased our love and we were dying to meet each other! Once I came back from Mumbai, we met at college. We were taking. ’ The psychiatrist didn’t speak for a moment. Instead, she allowed the arousal building inside her to circle around her sex. It was here on a plate. All she had to do was take it. ‘I think I’ve just found it,’ she told him, meeting his hot gaze. Throwing her head back, she drained the wine in one go. Standing up, she made her unsteady way across to the small door on the right of the bar. How much had she drunk? It wasn’t necessary to look back—she knew he’d be following. Her heart was racing. . Hell, in a pinch I could even "go home to mamma".Today, it's a different story. By working hard, long and smart, I've moved up in the world and now have a mid six figure salary and a LOT of perks. Of course, I also have the HOUSE, the CAR, the CLUB memberships and all the other falderal that goes with the good life.I'm not so sure it's still the good life.So, what is my problem: My 35 year old boss is riding me like a three dollar whore over shit I can't control. For example, he thinks I should.