She had a bottle of whiskey on the table and was taking neat shots of it.I was surprised to see her drinking as she usually don’t drink.I asked her ...bout it so she said; today I wanna do something that hurts so bad I can’t walk for days.Then it hit me, it was anal sex. She wanted me to fuck her butt.Omg this isn’t happening, omg omg, I am such a lucky bastard, I love you bhabhi.Acting clueless, I said, what bhabhi?She said, “bhenchod, gaand maar meri”.I love it when she abuses me like that, my. She tipped her glass to the gentleman who responded from across the room with a reflective tip of his head and glass. The bar tender asked if she needed anything else, his shift was ending and he was closing up the bar service. She was welcome to stay and unwind as long as she wanted. Barbara declined anything more from the bar. The bartender cleaned up and rolled down the security screen, locking the liquor up for the night. He whispered briefly to the tuxedoed gentleman before departing and. I'm glad you got picked to be my trainer." I swallowed the excitement that filled my body thinking about how I'd get to see him every day for a whole month and see him getting hot and sweaty. "Well don't think I'm going easy on you, get back on that treadmill," I ordered. Without hesitating he jumped back on and put it to full speed. I tied my wet hair into a messy bun and sat stretched while he ran on the treadmill and caught him out the corner of my eye looking at my curves while I did the. Luckily, it was dark and still very early. He looked at his alarm clock on the ledge above her head. It was only 5:50 AM. He had not even been in there an hour. It seemed like hours. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that..