Wobbling like she was woozy, the woman stood up straight and pulled off the blindfold, glaring at the man who just came in her mouth."F.B., you wanna ...ell me something?" She demanded, hands on her hips.Under her accusing glare, the man collapsed onto his hands and knees. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! My little brother got engaged over the weekend, I took him out to celebrate, I only had one beer, I thought you wouldn't notice, I'm sorry!"The other men shook their heads and chuckled. Someone. And suddenly she felt herself filled from inside with the thick hot juice of her lover. She couldn’t resist but moaned out like the slut she had become. Gupta too, spent up, moaned loudly and settled down.All the three were very exhausted. Their faces beamed red in exhaustion. Yet they had a satisfying grin on their face. The two men sat on the couch, still naked but wasted. Sowmya lied on the floor. She had her eyes closed but a smile on her face. She too was still naked and hadn’t cleaned. She told me to go on upstairs to the fourth floor reception. The receptionist there ticked me off on her list and said “you’re seeing Miss. Bennet for some emergency extractions. Have you had gas before?” I shook my head “Any rubber allergies?” I replied no. “You haven’t eaten or had anything to drink since lunchtime?” I again said “no”. She then asked what medication I was taking and if there was any medical history they needed to know. She then asked me to sign the consent form and told me to. Soon she appeared, in her lovely uniform (form-fit straight skirt that hugs her hips, thighs and buttocks; tailored jacket that enhances her breasts). We greeted with a warm, but brief, embrace and the briefest of pecks on the lips. I grabbed her bags and we walked. It was great - bags in tow with one hand, and my Indian Princess on the other.We got to my SUV, jumped in, and I asked if she'd like dinner. Now, I was not hungry - not for food, anyway. I was merely being gracious. My Indian.