“I’m afraid you need to clean the floor” he might have been talking to the servant, but it became clear he was talking to all of the women. All ...f the women worked to scrub the floor clean of blood before it stained the wood too much.But did you notice, boy? Even a hunk like him came with an upstroke. Had he connected, your sisters would be collecting my bowels from around the room I think.“Now, my friend Mr Humber” he said to the merchant “May I call you Dingvali? I think we are going to work. I just winked at him and gave him a cute but dirty smile.After that, I rushed into my room and masturbated for an hour imagining Pushkar kissing and fucking me like he would be fucking Anu just at that moment.Not quite satisfied and with my pussy still wanting more action, I headed out to the balcony. I live on the seventh floor so no one from below could see me. But I liked the thrill of it.I sat down in a chair with the lights off and with no clothes on. The warm breeze of Bangalore was. At least someone understands. Back to the kitchen, more dull counters and floors. My eyes wander to the fifty dollar electric blender that I saw on a website and just had to have. What good does it do me now? Suddenly, as I look longer at it, the thing I want most in the whole universe is to use that blender, to blend something together inside it. Of course, without electricity, I can’t, and that just frustrates me even more. “Beep,” I hear from upstairs. “Beep” is what it says, but what it. Neither of us have long sexual pasts, she had a couple partners and I had a couple. We would occasionally talk about past experiences while fucking as a form of foreplay. I’ve ALWAYS had a fantasy about watching her with another man. She plays along, but always says she wouldn’t do that in reality. Until one day… She had told me quite a few times about her ex boyfriend before me, Michael. She told me that they fucked all the time and she he was a little bit larger than me. she always tried to.