’ He cocked his head to the side and asked ‘Or don’t you remember?’ I had to think about last night. I remembered we went to a bar and had som... drinks, then we came back here and the memories suddenly came back to me all at once. My face was probably redder than a beet as I looked at him. He sat up in the bed and moved so his legs were over the side and he wouldn’t have to look at me. Was he embarrassed or sorry for what happened last night? Did he feel guilty because all of us were drinking. He had worked at The Innocence Project for almost a year, doing mostly basic legal research for the more high-profile lawyers who had begun the office a number of years earlier.While he knew that he wouldn't be staying there for the rest of his career, he enjoyed making a difference in the lives of some of those who had been unjustly convicted of serious crimes.Once he had returned to the comfortable swivel chair that was behind a relatively cheap veneered desk, he placed the contents of the. At some point in what seemed like hours of fucking and in a daze I reached out to the other guy?s cocks and began to play with them along with their wives. Soon the wives climbed up onto the table and began sucking and kissing their husbands cocks while I stroked them.So there I was topless on top of a pool table, being fucked by one of my husband?s work friends, while stroking the cocks of his other two buddies, and their wives were playing right along with the whole affair with nobody. And it was heavens to see her feeling every push ins.Though I was slow but it made it sure that every push of mine goes deep.Out of pain and pleasure she even had resist it by holdin my chest..And now slowly I increased my drilling speed.Her hand now couldn’t stop my drills.Rather her hands held her pillow.And she let me do what I wanted.She just pushed her had back and cry in pain.“oh bhaiya..Plz..Fuck me..Wow.Fuck meeeehh…” and now while insertion I rubbed my thumb over her top of the entry.