My words really got to Malhotra. He suddenly stood up, pulled me close, and grabbed my boobs, squeezing them hard like he’d been hungry for them all this time. I gasped when his thumbs pressed over my nipples through my tight churidar suit, making them stiffen under his rough touch.

His pants had already slid down to his thighs. His cock was hanging heavy and hard, pressing against my stomach. I laughed softly, teasing him, and whispered near his ear, “Sir, I already relaxed you once; isn’t that enough? Don’t forget, you still have that meeting with your minister.”