Rani loaned Seema a short, yellow cotton dress instead of the torn one she had on. I recognized the dress and winked at his mother. Seema’s smooth l...gs seemed to go on forever from under the dress.“Raju,” Rani said standing in front of her son with her hands on her hips. “Did you tell you friend here that he could have your mom if you could have his sister?”“Can he?” I asked knowing that his mother would certainly do it for him.“I think you’d better ask Seema if she’s willing to have sex with. So I made it my mission to be where he was, not for long but long enough to give him a glimpse, to maintain the mystery, and pretty soon it was him seeking me out. It started with subtle glances across the bar, discreet touches as we passed each other. Within weeks things had progressed nicely. He’d come to join me at the bar, stand with his hand caressing the small of my back, his other hand resting softly on my knee. He was never assuming and this intrigued me, he was so different to the. Barb wanted me on my hands and knees and approached me with the strap-on, again. She entered my pussy, thrust deep into me, then stopped. I looked back to find her husband, Jim, aligning his cock to her pussy. The next instant he was fucking her as she was fucking me. That was very different. The dildo going into me was erratic and confused in its rhythm because of the effect Jim was having on her. The fucking, though, for me had a strangely erotic effect.With Mike and April, I wasn’t fucked at. I was taken to the lounge whereanother item of torture was waiting."Well John and I have to go out but we want you to be entertained." Inthe room was a square frame about 3 feet above the ground with wheels ateach corner. In the middle of the square was a pair of knickers suspendedfrom each corner. I was lifted into the knickers. My feet just touchedthe ground - I was suspended. My mittened hands were strapped to theframe. When I moved my legs the whole thing moved forward. "Well done,you can.