Be a sex slave...or if it is a boy be an heir to the man that runs this operation.There was also a dining room where the customers could sit and dine ...ith the women. There were even some twisted contraptions in here where the customers could seat the women in chairs with dildo attached to them and strap them in, spreading their legs as they were fed and played with. To make it more twisted, there were chairs that looked like high chairs for customers to use that had fantasies of having their. Truly speaking friends till then and even after this I did not had any such intentions for her; I could not think that I will ever get on bed with her.Just like most men, I just use to stare at female body, mostly their thighs and breasts and Mukta Didi was having kind of physical assets which I like most. If I will try to define Mukta Didi’s physical appearance in words then I will say, she shorter than me must be 5′ 2″ or 5’3″. Her breasts were reasonably big and nice but not at all well. They had caught up to me easily, since I am the shortest of the wives, along with my other two problems."Isn't it strange how we all have to use the ladies' room at the same time?" I asked my escorts, as one of them passed me by, so that she could hold the door open for me. I have no idea why they protect me as if I were made of fine crystal, but I try my hardest to live up to their expectations.We all entered together, me as the cream center. I headed to the dispenser on the wall and retrieved. He reached out and stroked my rigid cock through the thick flannel cotton of my blue PJ's as he smiled at me. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol."I think you're going to like this," he said as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed the sides of my pajamas and yanked them down, releasing my cock to the cool night air."Now that is pretty," he sighed as he looked at my six- inch boner. He took hold of it and stroked it a few times, then started lapping the big purple head with his tongue. I moaned.