There were four arm chairs to each table with wood frames and plush red velvet backs and seats. The floors were dark marble with a diamond pattern run...ing the length and breadth of the room. Huge windows gave us a view of the city lights just outside and were framed by white curtains and red drapes to match the chairs and dining tables. I must have looked like a fish out of water and caught myself with my mouth open in awe.Less than half of the tables were occupied, and most of those occupants. Meral already had several loads from other men inside her gash, as did Susie, due to taking on so many patrons. Both Quincy and I were very much on the same page of enjoying the experience of dating our sluts. We each planned to marry one of them and keep the other on the side.“So, you’re really rich, then? Filthy, stinking rich?” Meral asked Susie while the former cooked a fine curry and the latter poured us each some gin.“Yes, I’m afraid so! I’m loaded, far more than even Harvey here knows!”. Oh he smiled at times, but it wasn’t the same, it would be just a sad, half smile that never reached his eyes. He started drinking too. Something he’d never done before. I found myself taking on more and more household duties as well as juggling schoolwork, my part time job at the cafe and my social life, such as it was by that point. Not only that, but our finances began to suffer as well. Dad started to drop into the pub on the way home from work every day, drinking all his pay and more and. I could work with it,” Kokila said, as my hands continued to grind and sizing her breasts through the bra. “Let’s get rid of this bra shall we?” Kokila reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She let the bra slide off her shoulders and down her chest. Her massive mounds were bare and in front of my astonished eyes. Kokila’s breasts were huge and sagging down just a bit due to their natural weight. Her breasts were tanned, toppled with large light pink areolas and thick thumb symbol-sized.