He wanted to tear that protection apart. He wanted to pounce on her, to take her just to prove that she was in danger. To prove to her that if he want...d to he could make her scream with pleasure.He entered the living room wanting to escape from all these thoughts. The stereo was on and he heard an R'n'B track that he didn't recognize. It was something slow and sexy and just as he turned his head he saw her. She was dancing to the rhythm moving with grace. Her eyes were closed and she was. She barely ate any dinner. She asked if I thought she should greet them at the door in the nude, realized she couldnt strip if she was already nude, and finally decided she wanted me to greet them at the door and get them settled in with a beer before she made her grand appearance. When I think back on it, the whole scene was ridiculous. Here I was shaking hands and welcoming five guys who were coming here to watch my wife put on a strip show and then fuck her in our bed. But that is how it. Although incredibly embarrassing, James enjoyed every second. Garima and Nuzla just giggled at him and his cock-whore behavior.James sat on his little thong panties in the middle of the room and tried to gathered his shattered composure. He had completely lost any shred of dignity and thoroughly lost any tiny amount of masculinity. He had proven himself to be totally effeminate and the blushing sissy bitch of India.“Hey James, do you remember when we had you suck 100 cocks a day for 100. In other words, if I could get the fellow hard enough to enter my territorial waters, I didn’t care if he was a Pirate or a Saint as long as he could get to the finish line without losing his hardened state and determined desire to make me take it like a “good girl” in complicit concert of action.One of my wardens was a young lad called Hannibal and he was from a region in the northern part of the outlands that used a dialect that was all but incomprehensible to educated subjects of the realm..