Sweta: khabardar jo abhi lund se pani nikla to…abhi to pure din usko khada rahna hai..Me: sali muje nanga kiya..Tu to kapde nikal..Sweta: sale bhadv.....Ye din ka kitne time se plan kiya tha…aaj to pura din tujse chud wana hai.Sweta ne apni saree nikal di….Madarjat blouse aur petticoat me chuddakad randi lag rahi thi. Sweta ne sexy item song pe dance start kiya. Hot dance karte hue kabhi mere lips ko chusti..Kabhi lund ko…kabhi chest ko chat ti..Kabhi jhangho ko. Mera lund bhi dance kar raha. As she sat down she bent forward enough for me to have a wonderful view of her very ample breasts. Her black latex dress was low cut and her nipples pushed the material outward. I just sat there staring at her as she positioned herself. She reached onto her desk and reached for a cigarette, raising one to her sexy red lips. The flick of her liter was the only sound in her office as I watched her light the cigarette. She took a puff and then set her smoke down on an ashtray. Looking up and. I didn't get any sense that she was trying to "butter me up." Thanks, but ... you really don't know that much about me." I know enough. I can tell. I've seen the other side of the coin," she said cryptically."Julia hinted to me that you'd had a ... hard time lately. I guess you said something about that when you told me you didn't have a boyfriend." I was reminding her of her comment that first Friday night at Dorsey's."I've been having some personal problems these past few years," she. ‘Apologize or I fucking lose it.’ I can feel my pulse beating in my head, my grip tightening on the bottle, my breath becoming shallow. He steadies himself before speaking. ‘Not on your fucking life. Get out of the fucking doorway.’ I stare him, speechless for a moment before my voice starts rising in pitch. ‘Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re not fucking leaving.’ ‘I am leaving this goddamn apartment right now and I’m not fucking coming home tonight. You can entertain these.