I come around the desk and sit on it in front of him in my silk Armani suit and black high heels crossed at the ankles. "So tell me about yourself Ja...es." I remark. He tells me about his background, his family and what he wants in a position. I notice that he keeps talking about how he wants to serve me and his deferential attitude. His subservience is very arousing and I begin looking at him in a new way.We are only separated by a couple inches as I uncross my legs and separate them. I. ”Sneha, are these Sachin’s shorts?” He asked.Oh my God…he didn’t! She thought.“Well, I um…I think so.” She muttered.”What are they doing in our laundry hamper?” Shekhar asked.”Oh um…Sachin took a shower in there. I was uh…cleaning his shower earlier so I told him he could use ours.” She lied.“You’re not gonna believe this but I think he came in these,” Shekhar said, looking at them disgustedly.“Oh I believe it honey….he blew his load for his amma…blew that cum straight out the head of that big. I don't know if you brought it up, or I did. It was probably me because lately, I've been fascinated about the last time we had crazy sex. It's been swirling around in my head. As our conversation continues, I end up sharing that I’ve recently watched a few of those videos on the web of just sloppy dirty sex where just about anything goes. You say "Really?" with great intrigue in almost a sly grinning tone. Trying not to sound like a total pervert/creep, I back away, by saying "Well, it's not. As the lift doors opened I took a deep breath and strolled sexily across the reception area. As expected my spiked heels clicked loudly announcing my arrival. A few guys were checking in and turned with their mouths open, gawping at my sex d****d curvy figure, swaying across the lobby heading to the bar. Dave opened the bar door and I sauntered through sexily and elegantly. The bar was almost at bursting point there were so many guests. The lighting was a lot dimmer than I remembered, as I.