Several of the women in the group were a little worse for wear to say the least but they were all having a good time. As the music blared and men star...d, the women danced around their handbags, spilling drinks and swapping stories. Mrs Elijah from across the street had promised to look after Jenny's girls for the night. Was she a bad mother for leaving them? A cry went up, snapping her from her memory and one of the women emerged with a tray of shots. It was going to be a long night.The next. (reverse that for women!!)I have met guys who told me that their wives hated any sexual contact, they had never seen them naked and the only sex was when she wanted a c***d and even then under the sheets with the lights off.Women having masses of dirty pubic hair, unwashed, fat etc are all massive turn off for men (unless they actually like that sort of thing) Women spend loads of money on their makeup, hair, nails etc, there husband buys them sexy clothes but the women doesnt allow her husband. "Massage her other breast with your hand." Rosa obeyed and began to squeeze and caress the free tit. “And use your tongue. Rub and lick the tip over the hard little bud. So yes, go ahead. Don't stop now while I direct some attention to your other sister here on the floor.”Maia, who was tied with her hands behind her back and the thick knot between her lips now dark with saliva, backed away as Ariela turned to face her. “You must forgive me my dear. I have neglected you, but not forgotten you.”. What the fuck was this! It has to be some big dream/nightmare. I was broken out of my daze by the phone ringing on a table by the couch. Picking up the handset, my mouth engaged before my brain did.“Who’s this and what the fuck is going on!”“Well Mr. Badzinski, my name is Turgin of the Agen. If you will give us a couple of minutes, myself and a colleague will come and discuss the deal we made last night.”The line went dead. My brain was going a mile a minute in twenty different directions. Was.