Over the next three days Gareth Evans onlyemerged from the house twice a day to walk the dog, with deliverydrivers and the postman the only callers to...the house. I ached forsomething to happen.I reported this daily to Eleanor, complete with pictures, just toprove we were actually there. On the fourth evening he took the dogout for it's evening walk at about 7.30, a little earlier than hisusual routine. I perked up, changes in routine normally meantsomething was going to happen. About an hour. “Got it,” said Mai, wearing a black thong and being topless. Minutes later, as the two walked out, Mai stood around to see the club mostly full of older guys. Off at a distance walked in a dark-skinned man who looked a lot like Sanjay Gupta from CNN except he had a bit more muscle tone to him. The man’s name was Sav and he worked as a salesman for a medical device company. Sav came in wearing a button up shirt and black dress pants. Mai slowly approached the regular who finally made eye contact. Huge fleece blankets were scattered around, free to use. We curled up together on the only available lounger, pulling the fleece over us. Slowly, I couldn't resist, I had to stroke his cock again. I whispered horny thoughts into his ear, as I stroked him gradually to life. Looking slowly around, he carefully arranged himself so that I could reach him more easily, without giving the game away. The only other couple had just got up and left, leaving about ten women laying on loungers. They were. Mujhe khud nahi pata ki woh ab kidhar hai.Swati: Hmmm… crush ya girlfriend thi?Main: Are yaar tum ye English ke itne khatarnaak shabd na bolo.Swati: Ok, crush matlab jise tum pasand karte the aur girlfriend to jante hi ho.Main: Oh achcha, haan crush thi, par girlfriend nahi.Swati: Dekhne mein kaisi thi? Mere jaisi thi ya mujhse zyada khoobsurat.Main: Nahi nahi woh tumhare jitni gori nahi thi, bas pasand thi mujhe.Swati: Hmmm… kabhi bataye usko ki aap usko pasand karte hai?Main: Nahi nahi… kabhi.