Say yes... or...Nod lady...just nod...then we are all yours”To nod or not to nod...that was the question...Screw Hamlet and high school.Ah consent. ...eautiful consent. Acquiescence, understanding...but just what the fuck was I giving the go head to...as I nodded...Mmm the shady absence of the word: No.Was I hedging? Hell I was complicit...I groped at the cropped guy’s cock in front of me and a random one in pants to the left of me.Then Yes: I was the play thing of several men at once...I was. I didn’t grow up rich, and I wouldn’t know what to do with a million anyways. It’s too bad Carrie hadn’t seen it that way.Carrie was the “one that got away.” We had gotten married right out of high school before I went to boot camp. Two years later, after she had cheated on me with the high school quarterback, we divorced. After 18 years, the pain of heartbreak was still there as fresh as ever, taunting me at night like my worst enemy.A red warning light on the dashboard snapped me back to. I was sitting on the sofa and pooja came near me asked sushma arre yaar yeh maja phir nahin milegaha aaja enjoy kar I said yaar mujhe sharm aati hai and pooja said kaisi sharm sub to dheere dheere khul rahen hai and I was confused what should I do and truly I was very excited and wanted to participate in the game but I said nothing and game was going on and around 11 o’clock pooja again asked me and by that time no lady was there who was not sucked by two or more times and I said okShe. I giggle. Suddenly there is a lubed finger at his ass. Gentle massaging… now gentle pushing. In we go… Slowly and gently, in an out. More lube I think. There. He moans quietly. Now for the plug. I play with it gently and slowly until there is little resistance. Finally it is sucked all the way in. Goooood. I inflate it just enough, so that he cannot push it out. Time to get another buzz, I think, giggling again. I am enjoying this immensely, as I turn the vibrating plug on low. .