Yep, today was no-bra day no. 32. I could literally smuggle live chickens underneath this hoodie and no one would notice, so of course I didn’t both...r to wear one.Well, I brought this on myself. If I hunched a little, he wouldn’t notice, probably. They were barely B-cups. With a fortifying breath, I slipped out of the hoodie, one sleeve at a time and over the head last to make absolutely sure my T-shirt didn’t go along for the ride. Just because I really liked this guy’s eyes and voice didn’t. By the time we were finishing up the food I knew a lot about everyone and was happily chatting away. I knew everything would turn out this way as I am an easy to get on with. It was the host, Sandy who suggested we play a game. I thought it would be charades, or some form of mime game. Instead she ripped up some paper and wrote on it. The papers were then rolled up and put into two bags, one white the other purple. Sandy explained the game. I looked on open-mouthed as the rules transpired.. .Maine kaha ok usne kaha promise me ,,maine kaha ok I promise you then she tell me her name ,mai thoda sonchne laga then usne kahan mai apki biwiw ki saheli hun ,,phir usne nam bataya aur humari normal chat ka silsila shuru huwa,darasal usku meri timing pata the ke mai kiswaqt ghar me rahta hun aur kiswaqt nahi, isliye woh tabhe chat karti jub mai ghar se baher hota ,,actually uski shadi ko 2 sal hogaye the uske husband saudi me rahte the shadi ke 1 mahine bad hi woh chalegaye aur 2 sal hogaye. I let my leather jock strap loose and my cock half hard fell out. Debby and Denise gawked as if they had never seen a cock up close before. I finished that dance and started to gather my things as Debby handed me the money.The house lights flashed on for a second and back off as the DJ announced last call, last song. Denise asked if I was available for private parties and I said yeah. Debby seemed nervous and abruptly asked if I was available now? I asked what she meant by that. She said she.