“But I think the real thanks goes to Nusrat.”Preeti giggled and looked back at the screen, where Nusrat was still laying back on her bed, catching her breath. I asked myself, “How did I not notice such an asset all this time?”I tried to control myself and remain professional, but my “little man” made it pretty difficult. My desi “Do it like her,” I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her neck. She was watching us closely, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She nodded shyly, and I knew I had her hooked. I grabbed her a chair to sit on and closed the door behind us while switching on the PC.
