Phir bhi mai aankh band kar sone ka natak kar raha tha, chat ke dusre hisse me meri rainter chachi aur unke husband soye huye the, raat karib 12 baje ...aine kuch aahat suna chachi apne husband se kuch bate kar rahi thi, wo apne peticoat ko upar karke chacha ko chodne ke liye keh rahi thi par unke pati ko chodne se jyada paise kamane me interest tha, wo unke peticoat ko niche karke unke choot ko dhak dete the,tab maine socha, unke pati ko sex me interest nahi hai, par mere hisab se wo chhakke the. I got to travel three weeks out of every month across the country. While on site, I was hard working and professional. After my work day ended, I became something else. I was young and able to live off of little or no sleep. I wasn't big into the party scene nor did I drink or do d**gs. I did crave sex. Unfortunately, most nights that meant watching porn, playing with my dildos/anal beads while I masturbated alone in my hotel room. Sometimes I shared my sessions online. The most exhilarating. "Where…where are my clothes?" she askedbewildered "Shut up." Said the disinterested one as he grabbedher tit roughly and dragged her to the door. Her last glimpse of the room showed whole rowsof identical beds, most of which were occupied by unconscious women. The hallwayshe was walked through was bare with high barred windows. The door at the endwas made of prison bars. "Welcome home bitch!" said the big guy as theydragged her struggling through the door. It was a huge three story prison. Most of her lovers, however, wouldn’t have cared either way, selfish in their loving, more interested in their own completion, at any cost. That was the reason they found her dancing so intimidating. She was taking pleasure. She was responsible for her own satisfaction in a way that men were so unused to in a woman, yet did themselves, all the time. More than one man watched her now. She was completely aware of her body, her every muscle and feeling. To them she seemed defiant, in touch with.