She invited friends, but also some of the upper crust from town that we knew.The day had started off fine but rapidly turned stormy. Our guests watche... the sky and checked the radar on their phones. My a-social tendencies were kicking in, and I found myself hoping that they would leave soon.At the first rumble of thunder, my wife suggested moving the party inside. She had retained a few servers for the event, and they brought the wine and food inside. I told her that I wanted to get my laps in. Kashta saree, hair open (i had pulled it open a few minutes before) and nothing else. Bangles, nose ring, a couple of payals. No blouse, no petticoat. I shouted…”andar aao..darwaza khula hai (i had planned it that way)”…Champa’s mother — Shantibai — stepped in…She was astounded into silence at the scene before her. Her precious daughter, on her knees, hair open, barely covered with a 10-incher in her mouth, sucking away as if her life depended on it. I casually asked ” kya hua shantibai….tum. Instantly, he was a pile-driver, driving his cock into her pussy. I saw her brace herself, a smile spreading over her face, moans and groans escaping at the same time.I glanced further back to Adrian. He had a bottle of beer in his hand and held it up in a form of a salute, a big smile on his face, too.* * * * *I was in a meeting with the Marketing Director of Puma Venezuela at their corporate offices. They had contacted me through Sylvia. It turned out that the President and Sylvia’s husband. I decided that the answer was both.He lived in a studio apartment, the bedroom area of the studio separated from the living area by a bamboo curtain. When he led me around that curtain, I saw a tube of KY sitting on his night table. That told me that the night would include much more than a blowjob. I knew that in a fist fight, I could prevent the slim man who had brought me to his home from doing anything to me that I didn't want done, but I convinced myself that I really wanted to try a cock.