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I suddenly apologized and stared to move on and get back to work. She also joined me and we got back to the floor. She never spoke to me till end of day and we just departed casually, for the first time without saying a bye to me.I knew she felt bad and I need to apologize to her. I sent a text to her “Sorry”. Never got a reply for that day and next day when I woke up I did see a message in my mobile from Seema saying “what happen to you?” why did you do that”?I again said sorry it was just a something that I could not handle, looking at your beauty I just could not control my self and again said sorry.She: its ok…And just chatted casually for some time and again said sorry.She: that ok now…I: if it is ok can I do it again ha-ha.She: naught guy…I: you did not answer my question…She: I don’t know.I: then who will know my dear?There was a break for a while and got a reply.She: I guess it should be fine.I: I would love to feel those smooth and juicy thighs again.I knew that I have her. “My place,” I replied, “if you want to.” “Sure,” she replied. Cindy accompanied me to the hotel lobby. The night manager was nowhere to be found. I had her take a seat and told her I would be back in a few minutes. I turned in my hotel keys and the portable two-way radio at the security desk, and then raced back to the lobby. Cindy followed me down to the parking garage located under the hotel. I opened the passenger side door to my small pickup truck and she slid in, her cocktail dress scrunching up to reveal plenty of leg. As I slid in to the driver’s seat, Cindy put her hand directly on my crotch. “Mmmm-mmmm,” she hummed. She leaned over and whispered, “Someone has a huge party tool.” I smiled, as Cindy fumbled with the top button and my trouser zipper. Pulling my cock free from the confines of my pants and boxer shorts, she exclaimed, “Oh wow!” She bent over and pretended to be heading for my cock, holding my manhood in her hand. She stopped and looked up at me. “Don’t cum in.
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