Every last object on his desk is sent flying to the floor. Jason’s eyes darken as he grasps my wrists and shoves me down with a grunt of anger. I tr... to squirm away, but he has me firmly in place as he frees one of his hands. The gaze we share is intense as he pulls his tie off. My eyes widen as he wraps his tie around my wrists. “No, stop!” “Shut the fuck up.” He hisses while tying the other end to something on the desk that I can’t see and stands back to look at me with a cocky smirk. “Mm,. I was based in Mumbai at the time of marriage and got into an arranged marriage with a girl at Ahmedabad. It was a very short function lasting only 2 days as I had to join office very soon, during those two days I could not take my eyes of that sensuous cousin of my Wife “M”. She was 37 at that time and was happily married with 2 cute girls.She had beautiful big eyes and silken black hair with just a bit of makeup and was a standout queen among the guests. Her green saree draped around those. Still looking directly at Berkeley, she kicked off her shoes and stripped off her tights. Her breasts jiggled. Berkeley gasped at the sexy swank of her hips. Pinkish blond hair covered the base of her stomach.Zoann visited Berkeley frequently by herself. She would be standing in the doorway smirking, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She contrasted the adorable, youthful appearance of her face--her long eyelashes over the big brown eyes, the soft, peachy complexion, and the big, curving. I felt her goosebumps on my lips. She tilted her head to the side and I breathed lightly on the sensitive skin along her ear. Slowly I slid my hand down her stomach, until my fingers brushed against her waistband. My fingers pressed against her skin and I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties. My fingers found their way between her legs, and I soon felt her soft lips, already wet in anticipation. I began massaging her womanhood with gentle strokes, pleased with the tiny involuntary.