I had one more request for her. I asked her to please not play with her pussy and if she gets wet, not to wipe it away. I wanted this like a pig wants...slop.I wanted her to suffer with a need that couldn't be satisfied by nothing or no one but me. I called her daily to tell her stories of nasty sex. She was moaning and begging me to let her touch and finger her smelly pussy. I demanded that she didn't. She hated me, but she kept her promise. On day three, I went to work, but no matter how I. I asked her, “You here for the Sr Digital Marketing profile as well?” A jealous and angry affirmation flew from those eyes. Deep dark eyes, orgasmic. I introduced my self “Nividh from Chennai.” She replied “Veena from Bangalore.”I asked her what I very well know “Are you here just for the interview?” Well yes! It was a 3 part interview. We went for lunch again. We had some self-time to work on spot assignments. Well, by around 3 pm we found out that we both were not getting the job. Their. I thought you were going to say you want me to jump on it now. Thanks for seeing how I feel and letting me choose the job.”Kelly said “So now, what would you really and honestly say about me not taking birth control?” I said “What about your guy friends? Kelly said “I thought you would say that. My original thought is to stop having sex with them for a while so you and I can focus on having a baby. My next thought is maybe. I don’t want them all the time. I want you. But from time to. If I could hear your thoughts, I'd agree on both counts, but instead I am standing beside you, staring at your gorgeous reflection in the elevators doors, and lost in admiration for what a truly powerful, sexual creature you are.When the bell rings to announce the elevator's arrival I place my hand in the small of your back and lean forward to kiss you gently on the neck, whispering to ask you if you are ready for whatever comes next. You smile back at my reflection and assure me that you are.