Ab me apni story pe aata hu 2months pehle me mere frnd ki saadi me gaya tha vaha kafi sare log the me mere frnd ke sath stage pe betha tha sab ki naza... hum pe thi thodi der baad khane k jab me bahar nikla to 1k aunty aayi aur boli aadi kese ho ? Mane kaha teek hu aunty aap muje janti ho ? To vo boli ha me tumhare ghar kaie baar aa chuki hu chalo aaj mere ghar pe tea to pini hi padegi. Mene bola aunty aaj nahi fir kabhi ab to saadi me bhi jaana padega parr unhone bahot insist kiya to mene kaha. Your very life ... are all in my hands right now, to do with as I please.” To accentuate his statement, he pinched the nipple suddenly and harshly, provoking a small gasp from her. And while his tone betrayed nothing but menacing intent, she could sense something more urging him on. Something no less powerful but far more primal.“It´s not an offer,” she replied, trying to shake her head before realizing once more how tightly he held her. “I just think we can both agree that it would be a shame. .. because; you see I myself do not necessarily believe it. It is only because I lived it, ah ... am yet living it that I am persuaded of its truth; and my hope is to eventually convince myself it was destiny and not random chance or hallucination. But whenever I look into a mirror and into my eyes the thing takes shape again and I know it to be true.It was April 12th 2006. I was driving home in the dreaded Los Angeles five o'clock traffic, and of course I was stuck behind this woman in her. They were late teens or early twenties with firm toned bodies one of which had black smooth shiny skin and the other an all over bronze tan – both were well endowed with uncut cocks and semis on as they eyed us up. I had been “warming” my wife up as they were approaching and she had got so horny she desperately wanted some action and so did I so I made it obvious to them that they could join us. My wife could not bring herself to believe what we were doing and put a tee shirt over her head to.