"What is it, Renee?" he finally snapped.She froze and stared at her plate. Mumbled something."Speak up," he said.She took a deep breath."I have a ques...ion, sir."He rolled his eyes. "Yes?"Another noisy inhalation."H-how did you make me do ... do those things, sir?"He didn't bother to ask her what "things" she meant. "What if I told you I wasn't forcing you to do anything?"She stared at him. Inside, she thought, I'm not stupid. I wasn't in control.The silence stretched and then he broke it."You. She took me to her bed room which was her study room too. After my one hour session I got ready to leave when her mother came and told me that she and her husband are in business and due to heavy work load they come back after 9.30 pm and she will not be there from next day.My time with Babli was going good she used to call me didi(this word is used for elder girls of sisters in India) as I was not to old in comparison to her. But I never gave her the freedom to be friendly to me. And even slap. I grab one and start sucking on it, as I'm stroking the other, switching back and forth sucking on both. The one licking on my pussy gets up and lets another start where he left off, he moved closer so I can take him in my mouth. After they all take turns licking my pussy, I stand up and straddle the guy sitting next to me, I grab his cock and guide it deep in my soaked pussy, while the guys on each side of me are sucking on my breast and pushing down on my ass forcing his cock deeper inside. He sighed at that prospect. She was good about leaving him be during football season, but after the Super Bowl ended, he was a goner. He began to clean the leather.The familiar rumble of a throaty V-8 made him smile. Like clockwork. He smiled again. Looking through the rear windshield he saw them. The Corvette pulled into one stall, the small Miata in the other. There were four of them today."Why didn't I marry one like that?" He mused as he feasted his eyes on the blond getting out of the car..