"Uhhh -- I think --" she managed to gasp out, her voice suddenly oddly pitched, "I think 's rather if you looked away for a few minutes..."Worriedly, ...essie turned her back to her strangely-behaving friend, though every panting breath and startled gasp she heard from Sonya tempted her to turn back... Suddenly, he sounds stopped, and there was a pause broken only by the sound of Sonya's breathing, slowly returning to normal.And then Sonya said -- well, it had to be Sonya, no-one else was. Dad was in us for a 10 days tour . I had a month holiday . We have different rooms for all in y room kk was there . It was a saturady my mom came home early , kk was studing for exam . So i took my car santro & told my mom i will come home by 9 pm . It as around 2 when i left home, i asked kk that come we will have bear & meet my old friends party . I left home my mom was in a sari typical bengaki style . Kkwas studing . She told that come soon beta we will have dinner 2 gather in mid way i. What if she could find a woman who could satisfy Kirk in bed, someone who could take care of his sexual needs, not totally, but often enough so that she and the other woman together could keep Kirk's needs fulfilled? She shook her head as if to expel the outrageous idea, yet as she tried to busy herself with laundry, the idea kept reappearing, nagging at her, clawing its way back into her conscious mind.A prostitute? No, Kirk would never stand for it and besides there was the danger of disease.. For as long as I could recall, I had not only gotten aroused by a young black guy fucking a mature white woman, but a gangbang by them.I'd always thought that made me a true pervert and never told anyone before.Same with cash.Girls that make arrangements for cash are just too cool.Not bad, not slutty, not prostitutes.Just awesomely cool and sexy for doing it.Why shouldn't every girl have that option?I couldn't believe this.So I told her all this and added,"If you were my girl, I'd be honored to.