I tried my luck in at least 4 lodges before which the Auto-rickshaw person suggested a lodge which is on a sharing basis. He took me to a rather shabb... lodge which was just two floors. By now, I had lost all hopes of getting into a lodge that I was literally praying to get into this one at least. There was an old man, may be in his late 60s,at the front desk. Even before I could say something, he told “No Vacancy”. I literally begged with him to accommodate me somehow. He looked up from his. "Told you there's nothing like hot, college pussy to get your mind off correcting papers, didn't I?" My host, a student who had gained my friendship when he had first entered my classroom some months before. "Now, remember, no one can say a word. Just have fun, find one and fuck her, but you can't say a word. Right?"I nodded as I watched a tall blonde pull her blouse open for a masked boy to decide what he wanted to do. He nodded enthusiastically, and they were off to fuck and unmask each. "I really wanted to say, "I hope that mother fucker can't get it up, or he cums so fast that you get pissed off at him."Instead, I replied as I always did, "have fun baby".Sometimes I wanted to confront her about it, but I knew that I was guilty of that shit too. I had to admit that there were countless times that I had responded to her text messages, while in the company of another woman.The truth is that she matched me. Reciprocity. Balance. Four quarters for a dollar. The push/pull dynamic. “You're going to be a good, little sister-bitch, right?”She nodded her head, her floppy ears twitching. “Yes,” she moaned. “You could fuck my pussy. It's all right. You're my brother-owner. You're the only one who can fuck me.”I petted her. “That's right.”I was too horny to wait to get home. Why not here? She was a sister-bitch. She had nothing to be ashamed of. “Open my fly, Jane. ““Yes,” she barked in delight. Her blue eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her face twitching. Her fingers.