Maharaj Partap Singh was a massive figure some six feet and 4 inches of masculine meat, muscular and sturdy and above all highly sexual. He was a man ...ith no qualms, no principals who was guided by the language of cock. He possessed a nine incher and he always kept his meat between his thighs busy most time of day and night. He had no reservations.The King’s palace stood among the hills and his army was governed by his Cheif Vikram Singh, a favorite of the King. The army Chief was not favorite. We both reviewed the responses and started to reply to the men. Many of the men want to have sex with Mandy as well but she told each of them that she would be fully clothed and only watching. After narrowing the candidates down to 7, she tells me that you think a couple of them are cute. I asked her "Do you want me to just fluff them for you so you can have sex with them?"She responded with an innocent smile "Maybe :)" We can invite the two guys that you like over first and if you want me. “Just some work reports, I’m so mad it fell back there! I almost had it too!” I got on my knees again this time spreading my legs a bit more. I tried sticking my ass up as high as I could. I try reach for something under the desk. I looked back at him, “its right there!” His eyes said it all. He was enjoying the view. I reached behind my legs and tugged my shorts down. I was trying to guide his eyes. It worked. I got up and stretched. “I give up. I’ll try and get it later. So what’s up with. Philosophical Doug. ‘Sure, Annie. You better promise to come down here though, lemme take a look at you.’ Well, hell, she was so grateful, send it to Western Union, stuff like that, sounded like she was almost crying. ‘Doug, I gotta go now. Send that goddam money soon as you…’ She hung up in a hurry and I was listening to that long distance hiss you get on an empty line. I turned on the laptop, sent a thousand bucks to the office she’d told me, some hick town a hundred miles outa Boise,.