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Sonali's body rippled with lust. The performance she had just seen
in the special suite for lectual activities in Rajeev's office had
her hankering for a man. The orgy in the suite was still going on.
It was a Friday evening, so everyone indulged themselves.

She was still working when everyone else packed up. Only Chiman
stayed on. He sat in the main lounge, leafing through the evening
newspaper. Sonali packed her briefcase, snapped it shut and rose,
intending to head straight home to a long, hot bath followed by an
evening of sex with her husband's new business associate. Her
husband thought it would clinch his deal. A muffled cry from the
'Nutcracker Suite' made her stop. Chiman looked up and grinned.

"They seem to be having fun," he chuckled. "*Mazaakarrahehain*."

"Who's inside? *Kaunhain andar*?"

"Harsha, I think, and Nandini and Seema and Nisha. Some guys, too.
Wanna look? *Dekhnahain*?"

These performances were always worth watching. She had often been
a performer herself and she knew that they were fun on either side
of the glass. She went into the viewing gallery, a long room that
ran the length of the suite behind a solid wall of one-way glass.
She flipped the switch and the lights in the viewing gallery
dimmed, and the wall shimmered, affording a view into the room
beyond. She smiled at what she saw.

At the long table in the centre of the room, Harsha, Rajeev's
stunning telephone operator and assistant, and Kishore's wife, was
being humped by Barku, the handsome young peon. Sonali watched as
the lovely girl moaned softly, bent over the table, standing on
the floor, her buttocks thrust back at the naked peon. Barku, dark
and good-looking, stood behind her, his thick, long cock
half-embedded in her cunt. He squeezed it in further, grunting,
his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Harsha
moaned and jerked under the thrust, her head arching, her lovely
breasts swinging. The cock disappeared slowly between her
buttocks. Barku paused, then slid out, then thrust in again with a
cruel roll and swing of his buttocks. Harsha cried out and gasped,
the breath rushing from her throat. Sonali knew just how she felt,
for Barku had fucked her like this several times. He was good at
it. As she watched, he began to move faster, with deeper, harder,
more punishing thrusts, running his cock swiftly in and out of her
cunt. He bent forward to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard in
his hands.