It was Saturday, June 23rd, ‘95. It had been a year since I’d last seen the bad guys in Phoenix. Did I still hate them? Good question. I think it ...ould have been a better question to ask if I gave a damn about them. The answer, my answer, would be that no, I did not give a damn.But I was working and Hank would be taking over in about half an hour and doubling up thereby with Marian, my fairly new old girlfriend. I would be her ride home at 1:00 a.m. she was the closer tonight.But now, right. Now coming back to the story, I got a mail from an ISS reader and she appreciated my story. Later she told me she wants to have a threesome sex with her husband along.First I found it strange and asked her that “is her husband okay with it?” She said yes. Her name was Rupali and her husband’s name was Sanjay. Then I told okay and we decided to meet. We exchanged our numbers and decided the place too. Last Friday we three met in Marz-o-Rin cafe at M.G Road. It was 7pm that time. We had snacks. I did now know that a crowd gathered and was watching me. Some one said - you did a great job on the small ones now you can't let us down and not finish this one. I started to get up but was held down by multiple hands and my head was held so this cock could be shoved back into my mouth. While I was being held he pumped his cock in and out constantly gagging me almost to the point that I was going to throw up. He finally came but instead of in my mouth he pulled out and shot all over my. They even offered to pay my cash to visit her at last I gave my consent to loose my virginity. Only once I decided to cooling down my curiosity, that’s it. More over I don’t have so much money to spend. I have to study well and support my parents but I felt some degree of guilty to visit a prostitute but the strength of curiosity to see that beautiful woman defeated my guilty feeling and I gave my half minded consent to go to her on one fine Sunday morning.Aalim had gone to one of his relatives.