I feasted on her soft pussy lips and lapped hungrily at her clit. With a loud gasp, she reached , groaning and sighing and pulling me against her so t...at my tongue stayed firmly planted inside her long-neglected pussy.“I want you,” Saira said after a few minutes, removing her robe and lying back on the sofa. I grabbed her ankles in my hands and held her legs up high.With one sure thrust, I sank my prick into her pouting pussy. Fully and firmly implanted in her, I released my grasp on her ankles. Like two bad c***dren, they nervously awaited their scolding. Instead, I heated up and brought us all hot chocolate and cookies. I plopped down between them, purposely pulled up my legs and sat cross-legged to make them lust over their handiwork. Just to make sure I had their complete attention, I wiggled my butt to get settled. That, of course, made the little bell jingle. I felt like a keynote speaker bringing her audience to order. It seemed I had the floor, so I cleared my throat and went. However I prefer to right in English for a broader audience. – All characters in this story are fictional. If you have read my first story you know the drill. For those starting now: These are the adventures of a mid 30s executive and his young intern: If people saw us on the planes, airports or at a convention they wouldn’t even have noticed anything remarkable. Just another executive and his young assistant. Him: Tie, suit, white shirt, shiny shoes and a lab top bag. Her: smart grey suit,. That girl has enough problems she has to deal with. She doesn’t need to come to school to be harassed by you. Ms. Sarin and I bent over backwards to get Kallie to come back to school. We had to promise to not just punish you, but to teach you a lesson.”Ms. Sarin giggled when Headmaster Chopra threw a white T-shirt at Malani. Malani caught the t-shirt then examined it.“What’s this,” asked Malani when she held up the t-shirt.“We have talked with your parents and they agree with Ms. Sarin and I,.