Fir mene aap ne hont se un bhabhi ka hont ko chush ne laga or ushi waqt unke uper ke bhag ki saree nikal di wow kya blouj fiting tha ush ki shati bade...hi anmol dikh ne lagi fir mene ushe lita diya or ushke sir se leke aahiste aahiste kiss karne laga ush ke lalat pe nak pe dono gal pe mano jese mor ki pichhi fira raha hu wo aap na chera ish ada me mujse sata ne lag gaye. fir mene ush ke hont ko suck karne laga hont ko chhod ke aap ne hot ush ke gale me laya or pure gale me ghuma ne laga wo is. "Oh, I know that! You've got no choice in the matter. Just wait till we get to your room! You've NEVER been fucked like I'm going to fuck you. Your in for a hell of a treat."I can hardly recall any of the details of the check-in. I remember paper work, signing my name, etc. ect. but after that, what I remember was the elevator ride up to the floor where my room was; and I clearly remember Colleen and I going at each other like a couple of wild a****ls in the elevator as it made it's way up. As. Simone, myflat mate, had certainly not been as lucky after losing a clothing bet toher partner Eve. She had been a reluctant Maid and worked at TheMidnight. I had found her the job.But Bill, had he never felt the urge to even wear a bra and panties? Washe really the last man standing? I didn't know of any other men in townand he had been the busiest mechanic in town until about a week ago.There were rumours he was cheating on Karen.I thought I would drop in to see Karen."I have never understood. His home was in Oklahoma where he had a wife and several children. He had played football for one year at the university before deciding that baseball was his game. He was a bright and personable man with a neatly trimmed mustache who sat patiently through numerous interviews after we held a press conference at the MCI Center to introduce him to the reporters. He said he was happy to be in Washington and that he was looking forward to playing for me.I doubted both statements since he had come.