She treated me like her older sister all the time.Even after I got married and finished work for the Boss in hotels, remaining his personal phone whor... and hooker for his guests, I remained in close contact with Asia. She was already an elegant young girl with a good business sense and at the same time I was a whore by passion.One day in 1990 Asia called and told me she was getting married and leaving for France with her husband. And that, as an example, a married woman breaks off all contacts. The bride I dances with was a darkskinned beautiful man. He wore golden bangles, which gleamed against hissmooth dark skin. His soft lips locked against mine as his tongue foundhis way in. I responded as our bodies moved to the music. His dark legswith golden anklets rubbed against my fair legs. We let go and exchangedpairs. We could feel the lustful gaze of our husbands upon us. Theirerections were clearly visible. I was enjoying the effect that I washaving on Prajakta and Shruti. Intoxicated. Her tiny feet were up in the airaround him as he aimed his cock, quickly stabbing her hungry cunt.He slid inside her sloppy pussy in one stroke, and he began immediatelyto fuck her hard, thrusting in and out of her as quick as he could, nottaking very long to reach the edge.He gave her pussy a few more rapid thrusts, slammed himself down intoher and held it there. He moaned cumming. She wrapped her long legsaround his waist, holding him inside her, now filled with the juice ofthree virile. I could feel her tense up. She stood up and said that she really should be going to bed. I grabbed her arm, slightly more forcefully than I intended and pulled her back down to the ground. ‘You’re not going anywhere little girl.’ Ankita tried to fight against my grip but it was no good, I was bigger and stronger than she was and she was in no position to argue with me.I wrestled her to the ground, pressing my lips against hers as I did. As she struggled underneath me I could feel my arousal.