..thanks for the drinks, but...I'm really a guy," I stammered."Well you look like a bitch to me," he said. Somehow it didn't sound likean insult, more...like a statement of fact. And really, he was right. Here Iam, dressed like a slut and taking free drinks from this guy. I didn't knowwhat to say, so I smiled and looked into his eyes nervously.He spoke again: "Why don't you come back to my place? I've got a thickproblem that I think you can help me with."He took my hand and put it on his inner. He gently led her and sat her on the bed. Then, kneeling down in front of her, he moved his hand up her leg, caressing the soft flesh in his hand “ooh!” she flinched, squirming slightly at his touch. While rubbing my wife’s feet, ritesh let his hands slowly move up, so he was massaging her calves. Manisha sank back in the bed and closed her eyes. When he reached above her knee, manisha straightened and said, “whoa, better watch where your hands go.” “i know exactly where my hands are.” ritesh. He tore the panties off like paper and shoved two long, dexterous fingers into her pussy. They were encountered by a wall. This girl was a virgin. “I know... I won't be that good... sorry...”, she said weakly. He replied with a wicked smile. “That's fine. I remember.”, and with that, he brought his finger out. He coated it with a glowing red magical force and shoved it back in. The hymen was covered by the red field, and evaporated instead of needing to be torn roughly and painfully on her. I arrive and you direct me immediately to the bedroom - you tell me tosit in the armchair in your room and wait.You leave the room and my mind runs riot with what the hell is going on!!You re-appear with a corkscrew and two glasses and tell me to open thewine and pour some out - I do as instructed.You re-appear five minutes later and immediately my cock begins to harden!!You are wearing a santas helper outfit with black fishnets and calflength boots - wow - over your shoulder you have a pillow.