In just a couple of blocks, we were now walking on a fairly narrow street, with shops on each side and with people of obvious oriental heritage surrou...ding us. They were walking, riding bicycles, and driving small pickups overflowing with merchandise. There were banners hanging across the street with what I assumed were Chinese characters, probably advertising a restaurant or nightclub. Who knows, maybe it was an advertisement for a law firm.There was a street vendor with a small cart. An. I let her come in and then made my way downstairs. She was in the kitchen making coffee and she looked fucking knackered!The dress she had been wearing was crumpled to hell and her hair and make up where all over the place!After saying our hellos and good mornings I asked if she had fun and she smiled a huge smile saying it had been a great night.She still appeared drunk to me and said she hadn't slept at all and had last had a drink at about 6!I asked who's house they had ended up at and who. "No, not vaginal, dammit," Jock snorted. "What are you, a dirty old man or something?"Axel ignored his friend's gibe. "We've got the right bird, all right, Jock," he assured him. "I'll lay you five to one. She's been well-wined and dined and she's in the guest bedroom right now with Nina." No bet," Jock declined hastily. "Not if Nina's working on her. By the way, how'd I look in that wig this afternoon?" You should wear it always," Axel grinned into the phone sarcastically. "Now about. ” You want it harder? Come on, you gotta say it louder. Tell him how you want it, tell him what your slutty hole wants.”I was super embarrassed, but all reason was lost and she was right. I was so wet, and it felt so good but I wanted more. So louder this time I said “Mica, please fuck me harder. I need it harder.”I think he was holding back, because as soon as he heard my plea, Mica grabbed my chubby waist tightly, and did exactly as I asked. He fucked me HARD. He was.