Agle din ek unknown no se hello ka msg aaya.. Maine reply kiya who is dis..She : sanjana hereMe: hey how’s youShe : fine just getting boredMe: why w...at happened..? Where are you..?She : at home.. No one is there.. Everyone went to village for 3 days..Me: that’s great na call your bf :-)She: don’t have one…Me: i don’t believe youShe : tumhari kasamMe : so what’s up…She: coffee ho jaye mere ghr..?Me : sure but only coffee..?She : what do you mean..?Me: nothing leave it..She: okk see yaa at 6:00. ’ I had heard enough. I told him so. And for the rest of the night, although he occasionally flashed me an inquisitive grin, he never broached the subject again. Until we got back. * * * He said: ‘I’ll prove what I was saying.’ ‘Aaron.’ ‘She never waits up. Never. Wanna bet she’s waiting up tonight?’ He nodded toward the house. There were lights on downstairs, and in one of the windows upstairs. ‘What’s that prove?’ I asked. ‘She’s not waiting up for me.’ I pulled into his driveway. ‘Wanna. Right when she started really paying attention to my clit and I was getting close to the edge, we heard someone enter the bathroom. I swear, the timing couldn't have been worse. If whoever that was had looked under the stall, she would have seen the lower bodies of one person kneeling in front of the other. You could smell the sex in the air. It would have been pretty obvious what was going on. I very quietly and slowly got up onto the toilet seat and balanced there so whoever it was couldn't. I was virtually frogmarched into the general manager’s office, past rows of sniggering secretaries, with a “here’s-another-one” expression on their faces. She was a very feminine general manager. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total.