She was slightly moaning during my frequent boob squeezing.The car stopped after some time, and I looked up dazed and sweating. “We’re here, darli...g.” Malvika spoke up, smiling. I was getting more and more excited as we walked up to a posh bungalow which seemed to be in Arambol. Mali, as she allowed me to call, took me by the hand through halls and passages to our intended destination, her bedroom. As the door slammed shut, I spun around and lifted her into my arms, pressing my lips on hers’,. “Is this seat taken?” he indicated the chair on the opposite side of my table.When I told him no the guy quickly sat down. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but I’m intrigued to know if you’re wearing stockings,” he said with a smile.Well I’ve encountered many chat up lines over the years but this guy was nothing if not direct! Anyway I answered in the affirmative and asked how he knew.“Oh, I watched you walking across the room and thought there was a definite hint of suspender visible through. It was slower and more erotic. Once you stepped foot in one of these rooms, you were instantly in the mood.When Corey locked the door behind them Becky removed her mask. The men followed suit and smirked approvingly. They went through the introduction earlier when Becky approached them. She tried to recall their names. She was really useless with names, but in situations like this she made an extra effort. And in any case, she had the kind of ditzy blonde girl’s smile to go with it, the one,. Your whore slut wife wants to fuck that big cock. Look at him Rick. Look at those muscles, he's huge. Everything about him is big, so fuckin' big! He knows all my secrets, I've told him everything. He makes me call him Master. Did you know that? And I've promised to let him fuck my ass and I've never let you do that. Oh, Rick, keep fucking me. I'm imagining it's him. Don't stop. I'm imagining my Master fucking me, Rick. I'm close, don't stop, honey. Cum with me, that's it, cum inside your slut.