Mike tried to make conversation by asking what I did, as if he didn't know. He must have had some idea after being shacked up with my wife for hours o... end, but maybe not. They could have been too busy screwing to talk about their respective spouses.I played it straight by telling him I was a grant and patent writer for a large corporation. I spent most of my time buried in a small office with a two person research staff. All I got from Mike was an "interesting" and I could see he wasn't. He led her inside to begin their fun-filled week. Daria and Pat were both bondage freaks, and knew about each other’s fantasies since high school. They had never dated but had hooked up and fucked many times. Pat had made a shitload of money right out of college and was now filthy rich. When he was building this vacation house, Daria had jokingly but seriously told him if he built a dungeon in the basement she would be his sex slave for a week. He built an all out torture chamber that was. ” No sooner had I touched her clit with my tongue and overflowing pussy with my mouth she caught hold of my head, pushed it into her and with very heavy breathing came and came, I tried to lick as much as I could, then just pulled off my finger from her arsehole and embraced me ” OH! My darling Nupur, my sister, where were you all these days, I LOVE YOU” In between when ever I went I educated my younger sister Payal about sex, she listened carefully, then one night while we were in bed she was. But he was good enough at spinning a yarn that he was always able to convince the next guy about his skills and, knowing the "buzzword" of the decade, always found himself employed anew quite quickly. Had any of his previous employers ever met and discussed his work ethic, they would have all agreed that Mr. Jerry Fischer belonged deep inside a jail, not out in front of hapless customers. Instead they kept quiet and prayed that his victims would be too embarrassed about their gullibility to.