She knelt there, thrusting her rump at me. She wiggled it back and forth, her thick bush soaked in her juices. The tangy scent of her passion filled m... nose.I grinned and slapped my hands down on her rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. It was so hot to watch. I loved it. This was an exciting thing to witness. My dick throbbed as I pressed my cock into her bush. I rubbed up and down her slit, her curls tickling my tip.“Please, please, Master,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!”“You got it,” I. Itwas a little hidey hole for me during long days alone. To make lesswork, we decided to 'mothball' four of the bedroom and also tworeception rooms, meaning that I could look after the house unaided.When she arrived home from work, Victoria would joke that I wasbecoming the perfect housewife, noting that I made a good job ofcleaning as well as cooking.Still with a week to go before she officially took over, she asked meto work part time in 'The Wine Cellar', one of their shops. I appliedin. Geeta-yaar tum ne wo hero wali mast baat batai…maza aa gya..Raj-yaar wo ek heroin thi usne ek bussiness men se dosti ki..fir usne usko raat din chod kr..chhod diya..Meeta-ye to chalta rahta hai…Geeta-yaar tumhe pata hai kya…hamare godam k paas ek achcha khasa parivar hai…usme ek aadmi hai wo apni biwi aur beti dono ko chodta hai..uski biwi ne hi beti ki chudai mein madad ki thi..ab teeno nange hi sote hain…Meeta-tumhe kaise pata?Geeta-apni naukrani kah rahi thi…ek din usne unko aapas mein krte. . Oh, never mind."Why did I do that? I thought to myself, angrily. Why am I wearing this shirt to work? I thought back to when I had gotten dressed this morning. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. I was so bored of wearing those ugly, baggy, office-blouses.I have always known that John, my cubicle mate had a perverted tendency for staring. When we first met, he openly leered at my breasts until I slapped him. Yes, I actually slapped him across the face. It was harsh medicine, but it.