Most of the ladies (wife’s of my friends) used to be treat my house as theirs, walk around go here take that do that and they all knew where what wa... kept. There was never a need for getting outside help to arrange, cater and clean the leftovers. The ladies were quite good and apt at all that and the house was at their mercy for that evening. Sree Vidya was a junior whom I had taken in my Department a year or so back. She was a Tamilian but grew up in Mumbai and was settled there with her. " All for you my sweet."I swooned as the train clanked downtown. Frigid New Yorkers flipped through the early edition of the "Times" and avoided eye contact. A stinky bum snored and sputtered in the corner. I didn't notice -- I was looking backward to Sandi's apartment. I could feel the curve of her body against my sweater, her perfume, holding her a foot away and looking into those hazel eyes ringed in delicate mascara. I hadn't had sex - with a woman, anyway - in over six months. I longed for. “Why Robert, using those words makes this exciting…yes, I just love men watching me and getting real excited”. Jim handed me the camera. I took half a dozen shots of Joan in the usual posing positions and casually said “Joan, those panties look a little slack”. I moved behind her and gently turned her around facing Jim and to get him going, I tugged up her panties forcing them deep between her fat hairy labia lips. “There, what do you think, Jim?” Well, his eyes popped out.But Joan remarked in. Obediently, you remain bent over the armchair, an almost unbearable combination of apprehension and arousal making every nerve ending tingle. You glance sideways and watch as I bring from the desk drawer a tightly bound black velvet bundle. I unfasten the ribbon ties and unroll the bundle on the desk. It has a series of pockets, each containing what looks like a black, highly polished cylindrical wooden rod with a rounded end. Each of the rods is maybe 10 or 12 inches long, but they increase in.