Steamy Dreams
Rita came back, apologetic, at around six.
"I'm so so sorry..." she said as she rushed in. "It took longer. They were just wasting time, I'm so sorry... WHAT THE FUCK!"
She stood, shocked, as Vinod, his hands behind his head, leaned back on his chair, and watched the wall mounted TV in his cabin.
Hina lay on his desk, legs spread, squeezing her breasts, her eyes closed, as Vinod pounded her.
"It's ok," he said, absentmindedly as he gestured Rita to the sofa. "I spoke to Hina like you asked."