And were having whiskey in morning at odd hour and their look was like we saw villain in movie and were well built and were in jeans and jackets and a...l were looking at me and I know that my height is bit short otherwise my color and boobs and figure is mouthwatering for men. It was very cold day and my husband got cold and fever in morning as he is not used of this kind of cold weather so we decided to stay in room. In the afternoon my husbands fever was very high and he took aspirin and two. She looked down sadly and I rubbed her shoulders. She let a tear roll down and I was worried. I hugged her from her side and brushed her hair.Me – “Don’t take it personally, Shweta. Let’s just be friends. We will be chatting and talking on the phone. Whenever you come back to India, we can hang out.”She controlled herself and wiped her tears.Shweta – “Can I just hug you just once? I don’t know if I can do that with you. But please just allow me at least this.”I nodded and she came around and. She told me about the kiss and how she sucked Craig and Daniel's cocks at the office. About the sex in the limo, and the hot tub with Shawn, and Mike, and about the three dozen other men she has fucked since starting her new job.I was heartbroken but I still loved her. I honestly had no idea what to do next.I asked her if she would stop but she was reluctant to agree. She said that she would do anything to make me happy though. It was not really the clear answer I was looking for but I. Clank. Clank. The multiple sensations confused her, soon she was disturbed by another. The warmth from her groin was now joined by a pounding sensation, in rhythm with the song. Her ears would hear the clank of the mugs at the same time her hips absorbed the jolt. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Over and over, her whole body moving with the beat now, not under her control. The vision of happy people went in and out of her brain in between the beats. She was sure that several people had stood.