“Nice spot,” she replied, and sighed. She was feeling the same way I was. The timing sucked for both of us.She got dressed, and prepared to leave....“Thanks,” she said. “It was a nice night.” She paused. “But what happened to the quick fuck?” she asked.“The what?” I blurted out, completely taken aback.“You asked me at the restaurant if I wanted to come back for a bottle of wine and a quick fuck,” she replied.“Quiet fire,” I responded quickly. Christ. “Not quick fuck.”“Huh”, she replied,. Job kartey hay or unki out of station mey posting hay,woh ghar pay kam hi atey hay;to ghar may bas may ar meri maa hi raheytey hayHum kolkata key jis part may rahetey hai waha jam key holi celebrate ki jati hai hum har sal hamarey paroseyo key sath holi kheltey hay or khub masti kartey hay So iss bar bhi may subha subha jaldi ready hokey meray ghar ke bahar aa gaya or dekha ki maray sarey dost waha holi khel rahey they-happy holi bhiWaha se bhi chillakey bol uthey “Happy holi”Aur hum holi. Since I had already in the past made it a habit to take dates away from home, I had been doing that with Margaret. One Friday evening, I took her all the way back to my parents place. After the obligatory greetings, I went to my apartment, and invited Margaret in. although I had made no arrangements with Rachel, she was lying there in her birthday suit. Margaret was about to demand that I take her back, when Rachel asked, "I don't mind sharing, if you don't. Are you sure you want to. And he thrusted harder, deeper and faster. Carol was limp as her Master’s thick sticky cum was deposited in her throat, over flowing from her mouth and running down her chin. Master Obike then d****d her over a chair with her ass on display, reached over to the nightstand and took a whip in his hand. WHACK!! Rang out with a scream form Carol as the whip fell across her ass. WHACK, WHACK again “Noooooooo, Pleasee Master, Noooooo”, she was crying, her tears mixing with the cum still splattered on.