I stood there for amoment.I was upset."Afroza, I can't go back out there again dressed like this. I don'twant Steve groping me again. I need you to ...elp me put on my Burqa."For the first time since I was a little boy I was crying. Men don't crydo they? But how could I, dressed as a playboy bunny, in the Ladieschanging room, think of myself as being even remotely Male? I hadpermission to cry and it felt good to just let go."Well of course I will, Nasrullah, but you do look cute as a. That's all. I'd like to know what her name is. Please?"Taking in a deep breath, and then letting it out, I said: "I'm not seeing another woman. I told you." But I'm certain your seeing someone else for sex," she replied, now expressing, not anger, but a kind of frustration with my avoidance of answering her question."I'm seeing," I began, and then paused. Then, taking in, and letting out another breath, I said: "I go see this other guy. Jack is his name. He has a private glory hole in his. After retreating to the living room and recovering, many of the guys were getting hard again. I told her to stand and take her knickers off, to which we were met with a pouring of cum from her hairy pussy, which was met with a round of applause and cheers from the guys, as we saw our mixed loads expelled from her body. Her partner said he would wait in the living room with some of the guys who were not yet ready for round two, so I led our centre of enjoyment by the hand and back into the. When she came I told her to dress and get out before she was missed. I dressed for early dinner and all was normal as we ate except for usual groping of my lady friend pussy under the table. After a drink we sat and talked with the group wanting to know of life in the States. It was fun but I soon tired and excused myself for the evening. I climbed into bed and dozed off only to feel a body, which I thought was my lady friend, and then another body slide on both sides of me. Then I heard the.