. West Shore Bank. They’re open for another hour.” That was from Missy Simmons. “The cart is out.”I reserved the cart ... with the cutest litt...e trailer ... for the morning. The market opens at 6AM ... no ... really... 6AM. I intended to be there when they dropped the chain.The walk to the bank was decent ... Missy Simmons was a good guide ... the bank needed a whole wallet full of ID ... but they took my card ... after Visa in Ottawa ... the bank called and put on the speaker ... mentioned. Even during the metro ride, I was horny and thinking off bittu and his friend.After about 30 minutes I reached the dwarka station and got off. I had called bittu to come pick me up from the station as I didn’t know the way to his house.After I got out of the metro station, I see bittu and his friend standing outside and smiling looking towards me. I was really turned on seeing both of them. Bittu is dark, about 5/8 in height, slightly on the health side and bittus friend was younger, slim, dark. Not very well, since she was being bounced around by the man fucking her, but enough to have tried it. She took a penis in her hands, and had one sliding up between her breasts, and one in her mouth, sucked gently, and one and inside her, aching hard, and she had all those men against her and in her, all at once.They asked if they could try different thing, not just her on her back. She nodded, and they sat her up, and had her kneel, and fucked her in different ways.Everyone had a rest.They. He’d just punish me for it later.Even as my orgasm overcame me, my story never slowed down. It stuttered slightly as my body began to wrack with pleasure, but I kept on making up details, drawing from the extensive collection of lesbian films I’d found on my brother’s collection. Every minute I wasn’t directly pleasing him, I was researching what turned him on, or taking care of my body, or trying to come up with new ways I could get him powerfully aroused.Soon he bellowed, and his cock began.