I scarcely had time to lookaround before I spotted Vida and the other four women that made up the partyseated in a far corner booth.I feltimmediately ...utclassed. These womenwere absolutely gorgeous! I?m not quite sure how you tell things like this, butI knew in an instant that this group represented serious wealth and I felt likea shabby poor relation. They were all older than I. Probably ranging between 35and early forties. In fact, I knew from what Paul had told me that Vida was 42.There. After about 2 minutes the woman’s heart rate began to speed up and she strained against her restraints. A low groan escaped her lips. Her nipples stiffened and pressed against the hospital gown, her crotch became warm and tingly.Col. Byrd, “release the restraints”As the restraints fell away the woman sat up, her own wetness dripped down her thighs and pooled between her knees on the gurney. She reached under the gown and began to masturbate furiously while kneaded her breasts. Her tongue licked. She loved music; soft, gentle love songs were her favorite songs. Her favorite songs were playing, making the atmosphere romantic. The song from Baghi – ‘Sab tera’ – just set the tone for our love-making session.Not a word was spoken between us as we looked into each other’s eyes. My hands were on her ass as she stood there wrapping her hands around my neck. Our lips met for a delicious kiss, a never-ending kiss, a passionate kiss, strong enough to inflame our passions stirring all our desires. Sheila had misplaced her work clothes and had on skin tight yoga pants and thin peasants blouse. Rod was a crude white man, making lewd jokes while they put away china. “You know how to make a nigger whore moan Sheila?”Sheila was shocked to hear the word nigger word come out his mouth, they were paying him, she said, “No!” Very curtly and Rod said, “Don’t pay her!” He began to laugh, then he reached down and smacked her big round butt, “Get it?” Sheila was in shock from the butt slap, and then.