All this changed in January this year.In January a new telecaller called Dhanya(Name Changed)joined my organisation.The day I conducted the interview ...tself I had several glimpses of her cleavage as she had huge boobs.Initially for the first couple of weeks nothing much happened.One day she called me in the morning and told that she would be on leave that day.When I asked her the reason she told she had certain domestic issues to settle.The next day she came to office wearing her same blue low. Including valuable postage stamps.Which is how I came to treat Tony Gonzales to a steak dinner at the Capital Grille. I knew nothing about stamps except I like the self-adhesive kind. And that I never could find a stamp when I needed one.But Tony, the information broker, would know someone in Stamp World.Chubb, in the form of Freeman Potter, hired me because they didn’t want to go to the authorities. Because I had a small reputation for discretion. And, I hope, for success.Chubb’s client was. ” I mouthed, letting the towel drop down my face and onto the sodding floor, my hands grabbing at her hips, spinning and pressing her against the wet tiles. She looked at me seductively, her hand still grinding my cock up and down between her pussy, her mouth opening slightly and her lips shuddering with every trace of my dick up and down her.“Immmmm.” she groaned, her hand expertly teasing the both of us and biting her lip as our foreheads met and leaned against one another.Sinking my head. I, in strange, theatrical madness cursed her for her lack of love profession, for loving my face, my hair, my strong, powerful body, but not that crude disgusting thing lurking in my pants. That silent, grotesque lump of God-given clay yet to be molded, for all hope, to die in the dust with the humming of the cortex, those strange fibers of consciousness wrestling angsty teenage love, my sweet Kimberly… she’d dated someone I’d thought my friend. Society’s law kept me from killing him. I would.