Bahut zyada vodka nahi thi, sirf josh high karne ke liye maine ek peg hi Bimla ko pilaya tha. Bimla ne pehle kabhi bhi sharaab nahi pee thi, aur usko ...aine dhokhe se pilaya tha. Kuch der mein hi Bimla josh mein aane lagi nashe ke kaaran.Maine bata bhi diya ki, usko maine daaru pila di thi. Ye sun kar wo nashe ke josh mein hi boli-Bimla: Tu ab mera pati hai, aur main teri daasi. Daaru pila ya tera moot, jo pilayega piyungi. Jo bolega wo karungi, kisi se nahi darti main. Sirf jo tu bolega wahi. While I'm squatting down I look up to you meeting your eyes for the first time and ask you if anything else needs to be measured. At this point the flirting and touching has me way past my breaking point...I kiss the head of your cock through your briefs.Before I go any further I ask you if you are ready to try on any of the suits we spoke about before. You tell me there was something else you wanted to try on before we worry about the suits. You grab the back of my head gently and pull down. I was a little taken abackto discover these gorgeous girls were really men, but what the hell? Thebrunette sister, Rachel, who I had been making out with, looked betterin her saucy little maid's outfit than any girl I'd seen all evening andshe went on to give me the most amazing blowjob I had ever received.It was after that, however, that things started getting really weird. Iwatched as, as if under the spell of these bewitching transvestitetwins, my totally straight, red blooded football team. Looking in the mirror, feeling the material touch her near nude body made her feel fucking hot and fucking horny. She stood outside the hotel bar and surveyed the room. It was pretty busy and there were a lot of people dancing. She started to move toward the bar to order a drink when she saw him. Tall, at least 6 foot 2, muscular, almost military short hair. Green eyes so intense that they felt like they were burning her. She saw him begin moving toward her and she felt trapped by his eyes..