" He said as he broke away from my kiss. It came out garbled as I bit his lip, not wanting to stop."Okay, I'm not. I know who he is, and I dislike him...more than I did before." I moaned burying my head in his neck. I had recently found out Paul was a broadcaster for a local conservative radio station. I had so many problems with the opinions he loudly voiced on his show.Max just smiled. He obviously had known who Paul was. "You're not paid to like him, you're just paid to fuck him." Max had his. They had been best friends since college and now lived close to one another. There was nothing Shilpa thought she couldn’t tell her friend.‘Yes, I am home now. How was work, did you close that deal you have been working on?’‘Oh don’t remind me. No, we didn’t. We were close today but there were still some sticking points in the final details. I’m so stressed. How about you? How were the children today?’Meenu was a teacher, working in a big high school. With exams coming nearer, it was a busy. It made me completely lose track of work but I couldn't care even if I turned the whole damn firm upside-down. All I thought about was satisfying my hunger for you during lunch.Hearing your voice firmly explaining what you were going to do to me kept my pussy soaked, I swear it was completely impossible to walk without fearing that my juices would trickle down my thighs. Not being able to respond similarly back at you on the phone or relieve the tension because of where I was made it even. He was standing/leaning right up against me while this was going on and, as the video ran he pointed at the bottom then at me then, pointed to the top (who was black and hung like a horse) then at himself. For me, that was a pretty good indication of what he wanted!?! Good enough that I reached around him and rubbed my hand down his crotch; what I found was a very good indication of his arousal. I did some more feeling and he moved closer; he was in the mood.He was wearing boxers so that cock.