Men stood behind the couches, forming a second ring. There was excited banter, shouts when a player scored or missed. I was escorted to the middle of ...he group, a space was made for me to sit. The men on either side of me put an arm on my shoulders. I snuggled in, enjoying the upbeat, inviting atmosphere, like a low key fraternity party. I felt a hand slip into my top, the man behind us had been looking down my cleavage and couldn't resist a feel. Before I could react, the fellow on my left. It's what I'd been doing all my professional life, what had made me so in demand as a second-rater.But my Turandot mandarin was one of the exceptions. He walks on and just belts it out in what they call a stentorian voice, as big as he can manage. There's no lead baritone in the opera to show up, the only other one is part of a kind of trio with two second-tier tenors and they have to keep it on a level. So I could really hit it, and I planned to. I'd be so stentorian I'd make Homer's. Aur fir apni jism ki pyas k aage juk gae aur chodane ki jagah muje tight pakad liya fir muje responce dene lagi aur hari toungh ek dusre se bate karne lagi ab mene bhi apne hato ko kam pe laga diya.mera ek hath unke boobs ko pagalo ki tara daba raha tha. to woBoli”abe dhire se” aur unke mun se moan karne lagi wo deep sanse le rahi thi muje pata chal gaya ki ab wo garam ho chuki he. Mene apne underware k alawa sare kapde nikal diye aur unki salwar ur payjame ko nikal ke unko sirk bra aur panty. When they arrived however, they were greeted by a surprise visitor - Erica, the landlady from the Cock & Ass Tavern. She was what you would term a curvaceous lady in her late forties, well-endowed with a pair of huge boobs and a sizable arse to match. She had short, curly blonde hair and full lips that were accentuated by the rather crass shade of lipstick she was wearing. She was dressed, as she usually was, in a pair of black leggings and a plain t-shirt. Erica didn't believe in advertising.