She was battered, but was a believer in what she’d gotten. I didn’t want her interested in more. I wanted her to whimper at the thought of cock fo... the next month.I brought the rest of my breakfast to the table and she kept up a steady stream of conversation while she ate. When I was done, I nursed my coffee quietly while she chattered about how much she liked the sex and told me in no uncertain terms that she was looking forward to next time once she recovered from last night.She finally. It was a route I had travelled many times, not a great distance from town through the park to my place then suddenly I checked myself. I’d forgotten about the wooded bit, the narrow footpath between the park and the edge of my estate where my flat was. It was always daylight when I did this journey and normally I would have taken a taxi at night. I stopped dead in my tracks to take stock. I was right in the middle of it, halfway along the path with thick trees and bushes on both sides and it. ..not really."We walked past an empty secretary's desk and through a set of largewood double doors.Her office was impressive. It was a corner-office, thirty-feet square.Both exterior walls were made of twelve-foot floor to ceiling windowslooking out over the city. The other walls were lined with hardwoodshelves filled with various law books.The floors were made of the same hardwood, but a huge Persian rugcovered all but a five-foot border around the edge. Three-quartersback from the door a. (I’ll brief about it in the further parts).Raadha led me back to the sofa with the tea tray in her hand. I followed her, her ass shape was barely visible because of the gown. Whatever I could saw increased my lustful desires.I wanted to grab her butts and feel them and I tried doing so. But as my hand touched her, we had reached the sofa. So I didn’t get a chance at that time. But I was becoming too horny and anxious. My mind was working faster than never before and I set an aim to feel her ass.