I responded equally fiercely. The meat seemed to have aroused our animal instincts strongly! I was still in my jeans and tops. Rishi was similarly dre...sed. Padma who had gone in after latching the door was puzzled why we did not follow her and came back to the hall. She was surprised to see us standing by the door and devouring each other’s mouths with hunger.While going out for lunch, she too had changed into jeans and tops. Seeing us erotically engaged, she must have gone wild. She hugged me. She told me the reason that she comes to this bar on Saturdays it that I was Karaoke Night. After some encouragement she got me to sing a song, ‘The Gambler’ by Kenny Rogers. I sucked, I mean I really sucked, I’m glad there were only 3 people in the bar at the time. as the night wore on I got to hear her sing, it was beautiful her voice was soft and passionate as she sang. closing time came and I walked her back to her house, we said our good-byes and I went home. The next day I called her. Park couldn’t help but smile as she literally rode through her giant orgasm. So fucking gorgeous, he thought. So completely unleashed. She fell against his chest, her hair damp with passion, her eyes softly weeping. ‘For you, Papi,’ she murmured. ‘For you, for you, for you.’ Park held her tight, inhaling the scents of fine leather, perfume and pussy. He watched the snowflakes cartwheel past the windows of the limo. His cock ached. It was stiff as iron and soaked from Angela’s cunt. He reached. Let no one enter. I am busy with a woman…Rajesh: no problem sir…but just hurry. You have a press conference in half an hour. And who is she sir? I don’t remember ordering a whore.Prakash: she isn’t a whore, just an ambitious woman. You now sometimes people give me anything for favors. She is one of them.He cut the call and seated Anjali on the chair. Then he opened his pant and let his cock out.Prakash: ha…your husband is outside and I am fucking his wife…suck it baby.ANJALI: sir when will I.