Pooja had slipped to the lush carpeted floor of the meeting room. It was after the hard fucking from the man she and her boss had come to meet. Her boss had been sent away by that man, possibly so that he could fuck her senseless.

She gingerly got to her feet, the man had been a good fuck and she had enjoyed the sex and it seemed so had he, so she felt good about her chances. Her clothes were a mess. The blouse's buttons had been ripped. There was no salvaging it except pulling it close.