He sat down behind my helpless body, and worked his eager hands over my ass. I felt him twist his index finger into my hole, and plunge it all the way...in, with one firm push. I yelped a little too loudly, and he slapped my ass sharply, grunting for me to shut up. He plopped my rolled up bath towel onto the table, and flipped it open, revealing the toys that I had brought to the party. I felt the thinner one pushing against my lips, and he f***ed it into my mouth, telling me to make it wet. His. We live just 2 lanes apart. A lil description on Sujata. She is 5’2″, plump lady. Had long luscious black hair, tied in a bun, got big black eyes and has the looks like a typical south Indian female. She has a lil pounch, big tits and lovely huge ass. SO after that meeting, we exchanged our mobile numbers and got on our way. Very next day, I got a call from Sandeep, inviting me and my wife for lunch. Me and my wife excepted the invite and went to their place. Sujata was very prettily dressed in. And then another. And another after that. The alcohol left a warm feeling in her stomach, one that made her feel both relaxed and happy at the same time. Within an hour she had finished her bottle and most of another than one of the guys had offered her. Feeling a bit tipsy, she finally stood up and then immediately plopped back down in her chair. Walking was not an option, apparently. She blinked a few times as the group laughed at her inexperience. "Well...I'd better get to bed!" she said. She opened the door and his knees went weak. Steffani’s emerald green wrap dressed clung to her like a second skin, and her hair cascaded in soft waves to her shoulders, its hue emblazoned by the early evening sun. Oh how he wanted to embrace his love, but doing so might get him slapped. The man wanted no more violence in his pursuit of this woman. “You look uhmm, you look exquisite!” He offered her his hand. “Thank you, you clean up quite well yourself.” She took his hand and she let him lead.