No

Being a superior, Roshni was not supposed to encourage this behaviour. But, unlike the factory workers, there were no women provided for government servants. Sure, Pandya could go to the town, but it was a full 8-hour ride. Roshni let him take a few liberties, covertly, out of pity.

“Madam Sir, this is the updated production figures,” pointed Pandya. As he moved his hand, he took the opportunity to slide Roshni’s saree and keep his hand pressed on her right breast. Roshni maintained her nonchalant attitude while Pandya was now rocking a full boner. His 5-inch cock poked her cheeks but Roshni gave no reaction.

“Looks good,” concluded Roshni, while closing the file, “I have to go to the factory for the evening service.”

“Ghanshyam, take madam to the grounds,” yelled Pandya. He watched her go, eager to rub one in her room while she was away.

Ghanshyam, the potbellied havildar (constable), was ready at the gate with the jeep. Like most men, he kept his cock out in the open. While, it was against police uniform standards, no one bothered in such a remote place. Roshni smiled as she saw it getting semi erect while she entered. She might have been ignored in school due to her studious nature, but here, she was practically a Goddess as the lone female.

The ground was just a few mins away. When she arrived, the workers had already assembled in a line, with their coupons in their hand. The supervisor was sitting in a simple chair and table, with his ledgers open to keep a count of the coupons. Like always, the place had been cleaned for Madam Sir. A large plastic mat had been laid out with a mattress and few pillows on one corner. In the centre, a small stool had been laid out, with a few towels neatly folded and an empty bucket.

Roshni went into the nearby room. She removed her saree and ornaments and kept them in a corner. She applied coconut oil all over her body, taking care to reach every curve and corner. As she stepped out naked in the room, she could sense the anticipation in the eyes of the workers. It had already been over 3 months. She would have assumed that by now they would be used to it, but it always got her little a wet that they were still enamoured by her sight.

She confidently walked over and took her seat on the low stool. Keeping her legs closed, back straight and breasts thrusted out, she announced, “let’s start the evening activity.”