I could not guess whatever was running in her mind, I was sitting blank without expecting anything but with my sexual hormones touching its peak as Gu...jan Didi was looking like a sex bomb in tight outfit.Finally Gunjan Didi came back and to my surprise she was wearing two piece night suit, means pajama and top which had buttons in front, though she was not exposing her body but for me it was really difficult to hold myself getting conscious and my uneasiness was significant on my face, I was. "So, what was going on, back in there?"Anne was silent for a moment but did not pretend not to understand. I waited her out. "It was as if she liked me the way you like me, Sir. She looked at me just the way you do. It made my tummy go flip-flop inside." That's silly, what, you mean like a boy likes a girl?" The notion was ridiculous — but the image of Anne's face as the collarserve's tongue writhed around her toes was with me still."I have heard of that happening, Sir. And..." she fell. And being dressed like hard core bikers was turning out to be a lot of fun too. At the end of the day we stopped and ate then went to a biker bar. It was a hole in the wall seedy looking place and the guys inside were pretty rough looking. The wife and I played it up pretty good and I was pretty sure we had those guys thinking we were the real thing. All this had both the wife and I pretty horny. We snuck out back behind the bar to a secluded spot and she lifted her skirt and I took her doggy. “Cause it’s true. Tell me now. Cause when I see it on our account, I’m gonna blow this shit up.”“Babe! It was just once,” he sighed and fell onto the couch defeated.“I knew it! You fucked that fag! Did you like it?”“Not really,” he said. “I just felt guilty.”“And he hasn’t been harassing you on tour.”“Naw.”“We should sue him,” she decided.“We’re not doing that. I’ll get blackballed.”“But we can get paid.”“Not that much and I’ll never work again.”“Well, I’ll forgive you. But I don’t want you.