"Hello, you're through to hot bitch in latex," a feminine voice spoke, "what's your name?" Er..," Ramesh prodded her and gave her an eager look, "Err....Kanchan" Ok Kanchan, felt like a bit of hot talk with another female tonight?" Er..yes." Right..why don't you tell me what are you wearing?" Nothing."Ramesh grabbed Kanchan's hands and motioned them on her tits to prompt her to start playing with herself."Nothing? Oh you horny little slut, I'm wearing a latex thong over my tight pussy and a latex. Take me...as your slut, your personal fuck toy, your jizz jar, your cum dumpster! JUST CUM FOR ME GODDAMNIT!" On my hundredth orgasm, he finally pulled out, driving one more climax from my by beating his colossal head against my clit again, then beginning to unload. This orgasm was bigger than his other two combined, his balls actually bunching up in alternating shots, seeming to recoil from each tremendous salvo. His spunk splattered across my whole body and painted the desk I was in. A. We went over to the far side of the restaurant so as Susan could not here what we were saying,He said to me for the final part of her punishment it is only right that his waiter should carry it out.I asked him what he had in mind, to which he replied. in his country, for an offence as serious as Susans she would be fucked by all men present.I was loving this more and more but i did say to him that perhaps they could fuck her another time, and went on to explain about when she got drunk she can. In short I have had no social life at all, why you may ask? Well it’s pretty simple my goal in life is to get as far away from this stupid little town my parents trapped me in as possible. My dad moved to this hick town when I was nine years old, he was the new foreman of the mid-shift at Papermore’s paper mill in Grinnell Iowa, in other words B.F.E. Working the mid-shift meant I couldn’t make noise during the day as dad was sleeping so I read ALOT. By the time I was in the eighth grade I knew.