Anjali, the demure Indian bank officer, finds solace in her secret pleasures. Her lush, homely figure concealed beneath formal attire, she sneaks into the empty vault. Once inside, she can't resist the allure of her own curves. Her hand finds its way to her ample bosom, squeezing and teasing her erect nipples through her blouse. Her other hand ventures lower, sliding up her skirt and into her panties, fingers dancing on her wet, aching pussy.