I asked my husband to find the solution but he was busy in his own world.So, I decided to take the matter in my own hands and went to RBI to get it ex...hange. There, I was shell-shocked to see the long long long line. I gave a frantic call to my husband but he avoided because he was always against kitty party. So, I decided to join the line where I can see only men standing. Only few females were there. Few minutes later, a man came behind me to join the line.I was curious to know about the ,an. Sensing my hesitation, she continues trying to nudge me out of my comfort zone. “What kind of cock do you want to suck? Daddy’s what cock...”“Daddy’s big fuckin' cock!” I answer enthusiastically, completely disintegrating the last morsel of doubt in my sexual competency. Now, feeling more confident than ever, I tell her, “You know how much of a whore I am for your big fuckin' cock, Daddy. I need to feel you deep in my slutty little whore mouth,” all the while continuing to stroke her cock in my. “Bharat, make love to me, here and now, tonight, I don’t need more time.”Bharat was scared and unsure as he reached out in the darkness and felt for Rajeshwari, his hands went around her back as he reached up to lower the zipper in the back of her dress. He was shaking nearly as bad as Rajeshwari was and as he pushed down the top of her dress he knew that getting her bra off was going to be as big a test as not coming before he got his excited cock inside her. Bharat,” Rajeshwari whispered,. Marie was still perched on her bar stool so I thought I’d have some fun. I jokingly told Marie off for wearing knickers and that if Mandy could do it, she really should have too! Jon wasn’t sure if I was serious or not but Marie knew exactly what I wanted her to do. She shifted on her stool and opened her legs a little, then took Jon’s hand and guided it up her skirt, just as Mandy had done for me. The difference was, Mandy and I were sat on lower stools opposite her and got a great up-skirt.