I was laying there watching the men and boys walk by staring at me. I watched one man, he was dressed and not in swim trunks. he was talking to Mrs. W...lkensand then he came walking my way. He stopped and sat down next to me. He said his name was Mike and they were going to be a bachlor party and wanted to know if I wanted to make some money. I told him I did but what did I have to do? Mike said they would pay me $300 and all I had to do was have sex with him and five other guys, Mrs. Wilkens is. Or kaki chut gayi . . . Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh . . ..Awwwwwwww aaaaaaawwwww . . . Or unka pura pani mere muh pe tha . . Jitna ho saka maine piya baki mere muh pe agaya . . Kaki ne mere bal pakad k mujhe upar kiya or mere muh ko chum k or chat k apna sara pani saf kiya fir hum dono kiss karne lage or kaki mera lund jo fir se khada ho gaya tha use hilane lagi. 5 minute kiss karne k bad kaki niche hui or mera lund chusne lagi. Kaki bich bich me meri taraf dekhti or muskurati.15 minute tak kaki. I lined up three different guys and I was excited to finally have a day where I just got dicked down by big, hard cocks. All of them were bigger than Melvin's cock and I wondered if Melvin would divorce me if he found out what I was doing. Probably. I didn't want that. He would never find out.The first cock showed up. Ron was a guy I worked with when I was in my early twenties. We had reconnected on social media. He was tall and lanky with a blondish mop of hair that he obviously hadn't combed. For the good Christian Deacon Robert Ramsay.Robert Ramsay was, at that moment, waiting in a hotel suite for his latest job applicant. This was not the sort of location that interviews for seamstress positions in a garment factory were usually held nor did the head of the company usually do the interviews. Except for Ramsay Re-Usables, Ramsay's company which advertised that it produced clothing that could be passed on from sibling to sibling or for that matter, from parent to child. There was no.