Her perfect man would be someone who wanted her as much as she wanted him for that one desperate night of groping licking, sucking, humping, and fucki...g. A one night stand of wild frantic, sweaty passion that would never be repeated and could never be topped, that is, until next Saturday night when she picked another man to lick her and fuck her, she only wanted him for sex. It really didn’t matter who they were and what they looked like so long as they were her type and agreeably amenable. I felt at home from the moment I stepped inside."Well, every new member receives a gift, it is a mystery member's panties. At the next meeting, the owner of them will claim you for the night. I hope that is acceptable?"Sounds fun, I thought, as I nodded my acceptance.I had not noticed that we had taken hold of each other's hands whilst chatting or that we had moved closer. Her scent filled my senses as our lips touched. A nervous tremble rippled through my body at that touch of our lips,. .Maine bola thik h, naye assan bhi karenge…Woh boli, maine isliye pehna nai tha, mehsoos nai hua kya?? Maine bola hua par bharosa nai hua, woh fir mera hath pakad apni short mai daal di gaand ke paas aur boli ab bharosa h, maine bola, bharosa toh h and garam bhi, woh haspadi, fir woh hath nikal rhi thi toh maine bola rehne do, kuch nai hoga, woh boli thik h, maine pucha tumhe mera toh mehsoos hua h na?? Woh boli , ha but achi tarah se nai,Maine uska hath pakada and apne underwear mai lund ke. Seeing my friend and colleague lying pale as a sheet, having given up her strength to this accursed device, I resolved to end this foray into the unknown one way or another.The characters etched into the inner surface of the bracelet had seemed mathematical in nature, but as I turned the circlet inside out to examine them more closely, they seemed foreign to the functions of algebra and calculus with which I was familiar. If the symbols were some variables in an equation, the terms were.