Maine bhi unko Namaste kiya or fir hum log wohin unke drawing room mein baith gaye. Or wo haumare liye paani lene chali gayi. Thodi deir baad wo paani... cold coffee or kuch snacks lekar aayin. Fir hum wohin par baith kar snacks or cold coffee peete peete baaein karne lage. Maine poocha ki aap jo kuch bol rahe the kya realy wo sach hai? Wo bole haan. Maine poocha ki aapne kahin or I mean kahin abroad kisi or countries mein try nahin kiya? To wo bole ki sab kuch karke dekh chuke hain par koi ilaaj. After what seemed like forever, I noticed Jason walking back to the table, and he wasn’t alone. He was walking over with a tall, brown-haired man we had met at the club on one of our previous visits. Jason just walked up to the table and handed me my drink.He said “I hope you remember Tom, he and I decided that we are going to do things a little differently than normal tonight.After finishing my drink, Tom gently took my hand and started leading me towards one of the club's many private rooms.. As she expected, Gretchen came to her and held her by the shoulders, then kissed her deeply, and started roaming her body with her hands. Nina’s breasts were squeezed firmly, her nipples rubbed and pulled, her ass got a squeeze, and finally a hand settled on her mound and moved to her pussy, rubbing her folds firmly. As usual, she was already wet, since just the thought of being touched by Gretchen would arouse her quickly. One finger slipped between her folds, questing for her clit, and she. Sandy’s last little trick at the tavern was especially tacky. She’d taken up with a rich country club acquaintance, an acquaintance for whom she’d been putting out. She dumped Cal for a basketball game, leaving poor Cal hanging on like a fool, with egg on his face and a pointless gift in his hand. Sure Sandy took the gift, a necklace, but left her besotted victim to the cruel mercies of an upscale crowd who enjoyed watching others suffer. To be honest, most of the country club crowd was a.