They pumped while someone continued to lick and slap her clit. Another finger entered her ass, moistened with saliva. She felt liquid beginning to spr...y and splat onto her torso and legs, and her feet slid around on a blend of juices from herself and each man. She tilted her head back and howled as an average length but thick cock entered her, slowly at first but increasing its pumping speed. She groaned and gasped in a high pitched voice, her Master roared with laughter. The sound of Master’s. Vo chaye leker aayi humne chaye pi. Or chaye pite hi maine use pakad liya. Usne aapne aap ko chudwaya to maine pucha kya huya vo kahne lagi gate band kar doon. Koi aa jaye ga. Vo gate band kar ke aander aayi or mere saath let gayi. Aab ghar per koi nahi tha. Vo thodi der pehle naha kar aayi thi to uske gile baal mujhe madhosh kar rahe the. Maine use pakda or ghar per koi nahi tha, maine uska suit uper se utar diya or usne bra nahi pehni thi maine uske chuche pakada kar dabaye or unhe pine. “I’ll have a glass of red wine” I decided. I’m normally an ale drinker, but I fancied something a bit stronger. “You’d better make that a large glass” said Julie “And a small one for me.” “If you buy two large glasses, you get the rest of the bottle free,” said the barman. “It’s a special offer before 2 o’clock.” “Go on then,” said Julie without much hesitation. “You’ve persuaded me”. “Have you been to a fancy dress party, ladies?” asked the barman as he poured our glasses, looked. After digging around in the bureau for a while, I found one of my wife Anita's old address books. Thumbing through it I found the number I was looking for. Now it was all down to nerve; could I call a friend of Anita's and ask her for some information? Well, why the hell not? If I tell her what I'm up to, with any luck she'll understand why I'm doing it and help me. But then again she could tell me to piss-off. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I dialled the number."Kara, it's Martin.