’ ‘And I love you every day for that sacrifice you made for me.’ ‘And I wanted to make that sacrifice for you, but I am weak. There were times...when I strayed from my promise to you. Those sketches are a reflection of the guilt I felt each time I have given in to my weakness and turned a girl into a cum-slurping whore since we have been married.’ Janie looked again at the sketches in her hands. ‘These pictures, this beauty, is a product of your lies?’ ‘I am sorry. Truly I am, I wanted to stay. He goes into his office and I open my desk and turn the computer on. Then my phone rings and it is him wanting me to step into his office. He asks me to come over to the desk. He is looking at me and takes me by the waist and I am sitting on the corner of the desk. His hand is running up my skirt and rubbing my pussy. His knee is spreading my legs further apart.He pulls down my panties and undoes his pants and slides his cock into me. He is thrusting so hard and fast as I moan with each thrust.. I sat aimlessly at the table taking a peek at the crowd. That’s when I spot her. Black Stilettos, a designer saree draped on a perfect pear shaped body, saree tied low waist such a way you can drool at her cute tiny navel which was pierced, a steel belly chain, blouse covering those soft spongy globes, waist length hair, designer blouse, lip gloss and an angelic face. Surely yeah she was a heartthrob. Well, it was ethnic day in the office and she sure did look more than ethnic! Whoever said. Mujhe pata hi nai chala ki kub mera lund khada hone Laga…Upar se maine underwear nai pahni thi….Offf…Ab Mai kya Karu….muje sharam aane lagi…Usne bhi mera tent jaisa shorts dekh liya or hasne lagi….Isse pahle ki mai kuch karta…Wo mere thik Saamne aa gayi or mere shorts me bane tent to dhayan se dekhne lagi…Mera Dil jor jor se dhadakne Laga….Uski dono aankhe jaise jam gayi hon…Phir Usne halke se mere shorts ke elastic Ko pakra ro usko ghutano tak utar diya…mera to Dil jayse bahar hi aa jata…Short.