All weekend I couldn't stop thinking about Mr Rajput. Every time my mind wandered I pictured his fat throbbing cock, remembering the feel of it filling my mouth. I could feel my pussy getting wet. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got.

I hated that he was turning me on. His attitude was worst and disrespectful. He'd humiliated me in front of Vishal who would undoubtedly have told more of my colleagues. And yet I could not deny the desire for more.