MD “My sweet bitch just 10 more minutes and I’ll finish. I cant leave you now. I have to fill you with my seeds once more. In fact I may be I’ll...fuck you a third time also”My wife was pleading “No please not third time. I’m exhausted. You are a fiend or what. It’s time for my husband also to come. I need to hurry back home”I watched in amazement at the stamina of my MD. He carried on relentlessly pumping my wife, unmindful of her feeble protests. My wife kept moaning under his onslaught and. At the time I thought nothing of it as I was dead tired and ready for sleep. The next morning I awoke in time to take advantage of the continental breakfast. I made my way to the lobby on the first floor to get some cereal and a bagel. While standing in line for the toaster I noticed that the person in front of me was the boy from the elevator. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a pair of athletic shorts that he most likely used to sleep in. Standing behind him I couldn't see much of. For better feelings, I am going to write it in Hindi… Main Ek software company mein engineer hoon, main west Bengal Se belong karta hoon, filhaal job k silsile mein Bangalore mein hoon. Family mein mera parents Hai, aur Ek didi jo ki mujh Se 9 saal ki badi Hai, Unka shaadi 10 saal pehle hi ho chuka, shaadi k Baad ab woh Delhi mein shift ho gayi aur unko 7 saal ka beta bhi Hai.Main Electrical engineering mein btech kiya west Bengal k achhe reputed university se (naam lena nhin chaahta), aur. “Yes.”I looked across the room; we were as far as I could tell not being observed. I lightly lifted her chin with my finger, looked her in the eye and asked, “Do you want another one now.”“Yes,” she spoke, and YES YES YES sang inside me. Oh, and then she gave me just the most heart-melting smile.Before I could try to fix up a ‘date’ somewhere, she told me about her ex-boyfriend, Mohammad, or ‘Mo’ as she usually referred to him. He was a local youth, her age, and of the same cultural background..