It was just too funny. Mitch looked at me. “He’d have found you a slightly easier fit than he found me.” I cracked up again.“Crap! Is there an... gay bloke you haven’t fucked?” he asked in exasperation.I kissed him and then told him, “Heaps of them.” I then told him of my encounter in the showers with Gazza and included a description, so we knew it was the same bloke. He was chuckling with me in the end.“That explains a lot. I thought the boy had amazing confidence in himself to approach me the. He pushes my head down onto the bed and pounds me. You can hear the sound of skin slapping. He slaps my ass.Guy 1: You like that bitch?Me: yes, fuck me yesGuy 1: Your my bitch now. You're gonna beg for my cockMe: Oh yes sir, please fuck my assThe phone rings and I look up to see that Mandy is taking video of me getting fucked. I hear her tell someone our room number and then she put on a robe and ushered in Guy3.Mandy: C'mon on in. You're just in time to join the funGuy 3: Oh I see. I spread the outfit on the bed and ran a hot bath as I picked out a dark blue matching bra and panty set to wear. I called and left a message for my husband who was in Chennai on business telling him I would be out late with a friend from work and then I called and asked my mother to watch Lashmi my two year old daughter for the night.I had a hot bath for an hour trying to relax and settle the butterflies in my stomach. I carefully shaved my legs and trimmed my panty line. I came out from the. "But yes, I can usually tell if someone is lying to me. If you'd rather just take me home now..." Why would I want to do that?" he interrupted. "And deprive myself of your company? I think not! I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you or crossed some social boundary there but honestly I couldn't give a damn if you can tell when I'm lying or not. That's easily remedied by not lying. Which by the way I find works out much better in the long run anyway. It's too much like work trying to remember what.