I can still taste his cum in my mouth and feel it on my face where it’s dried. I let myself smile, glad that there’s no one here to see it. Only 5...more minutes. More like a lifetime. I have never wanted anything more. I really am a whore. His whore. The second time, he fucked me up the ass. I suppose I should be thankful he used lube. While I used to let Jake do that, this guy’s cock is much thicker than my husbands. If I could have screamed, I would have. Before he was done, the blanket under. My friends were like clients to him.In this we both were in profit profit situation . Because we both were getting sex , money and privacy for nothingStory begin from here.This incident happened with me some 3 months back.2 years before we came to Mumbai from Kanpur because of my husband’s job and we came settled here only.First we stayed at rented home but before 6 months we bought this flat.My husband is in late 35 and he is a Sr.Marketing Manager.His work shift is form 12pm to 8pm but any. It was luck and persistence that finally traced her for Ernesto. He was using a slightly different approach and had men going the rounds of the auction houses with a photograph of Rubina and saying that their master wished to buy a woman looking more or less like this. One man said he might be able to help.Under closer questioning, the man, an Arab brothel keeper, said, "I had one such some time ago. It might have been the same woman, but she was useless. We could not train her, so in the end I. She was wearing a pair of very shear, black, thigh high stockings that stopped below the bottom of her gown, about mid-thigh, and a pair of sexy black satin pumps with straps around her ankles. She also had a heavy gold anklet around her right ankle that glistened whenever it caught a ray of light and brought your attention to the rose tattoo on the outside of her right ankle, as if you needed an excuse to be looking at my wife's sexy feet and legs! That's it, no bra, no panties.By the time of.