Uncle apne shirt ko khol phekte hue bole: Ab mujhe usse koi darr nahi. Aa gaya to use main bhaga dunga.Uncle yakeenan daru ke nashe mein josh kha rahe...the. Issi liye inko apni shaitaan iraado mein phaasne mein mujhe bilkul bhi zyada waqt nahi lagi. Uncle apni pant ki belt kholte hue bole: Pata hai tumhe, kabse main ye karna chahta tha?Main: Kabse matlab?Uncle pant utaarte hue poore nange hone lage. Bole: Jab bhi mein yaha aata tha yahi sochta tha ki kab Swati betiya ke sath aisa ek din. Jaq had everything ready, and an outfit for me was laid out on the bed: black hold-up stockings, black lace panties, blonde wig and short red mini dress. Jaq's outfit was much the same and with the wig, her blonde hair was amazing. In no time at all, we were ready and very excited.At seven-thirty there was a knock on the door. Jim and Leon looked amazing as they entered the room. Introductions all done, Jim took Jaq in his big black arms and laid her on the bed; Jim slid her panties off and. I said okay and we continued dancing.We were done dancing and both our groups were together enjoying drinks with females around. We ended up around 11 and were about to leave when radhika asked if this is it on fun or anything else can be planned.I explained her my dark side and about my sessions. She asked was that real and I showed her few pics of my sessions and story’s on iss. She got convinced and then asked me to plan as this was my city.I quickly called my friend who had 1bhk on rent and. Moments later, I heard Vince call me from the living room. Damn me for giving his stupid ass a key. “Hey, be there in one minute!” I called back to him. I looked down at my leg, and there as if to expose my unfaithfulness, the mark Riccardo left behind protruded like a splash of paint against of clean canvas. I tried looking for my other sweatpants, I needed to hide this. Vincent walked in my room. “Didn’t you hear me call you?” he asked, obviously annoyed. “Uh, yes. Sorry. I was looking.