“I will!” said Alice and she came to stand in front of Bob. “The slave will dance with me.” she ordered. Alice was an inch shorter than her mo...her, but her Vampirella high heels made her three inches taller than usual. It was as if his prick was made to nestle in her triangle of love. She put his cock there and then put her arms around him. They hadn’t danced but fifteen or twenty seconds when she pushed him away, hooked her thumbs in the panty that went with the outfit, and bent over, pushing. "Aaaaaaaah!", she screamed, "fuck me. Just like that, baby. Just like that. Fuck my asshole. T love you fucking my asshole. Oooooooh, I love it when you fuck my asshole. Aaaaaaaaah! I love my asshole fucked. Keep fucking my ass. I love your big cock. I love it in my ass. Aaaaaaaaah, I love it in my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good." I fucked it. Story I am narrating below is of a friend whom I met over mail and we sort of exchanged lot of mails and became good friends and somewhat our ideas and interest matched.I have taken her permission to upload this story although she has left India now, just a brief about her. She is a house wife from Bangalore aged about 36 but looks 30 and after reading my earlier post confessed to me over mail that she liked it a lot and bla bla bla so on when we became friends she asked me if I was ok to meet. No! Could it actually be a sex orgy going on up there?Without warning the lights came on again, full and bright, blindingly bright. When his eyes had finally adjusted, Emerson saw that the stage was empty. No one there. No orgy. Nothing.Had it been illusion? A hallucination brought on by the speaker's power? Hypnosis? Nothing but stage magic?As he filed out of the auditorium, following the departing crowd, Emerson mechanically stuck out his hand to accept a leaflet from someone. He looked up.