It really wasn’t too long before Pat and I became what Michelle laughingly called a “number.” We just seemed to agree on most everything except ...olitics and that became a taboo topic. It was comfortable to be with her. I think my loneliness was on the mend. I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later. Pat and I had just come out of the Country Club. We were just sitting in the front seat of my car chatting about the dance. She suddenly stopped midsentence and just stared at me. Then she. This is not possible I said, I still took the number. My father has a business in Jaipur, and I take care of it. I had made love to my girlfriend but this was different, just to go and have sex with a girl for free whenever I want. I asked him, “is she a whore man”, “because I don’t prefer to go to a whore”. He replied affirmative, “Kind of but not actually”. I felt like hot water fell on my dick. I hate whores.After three to four days, I was starving for sex, my girlfriend was going through. I had cum dripping from every hole.Cum was on my tits my ass,my stomach everywhere.We fucked in so many positions and it was constant for about four hours.When they finally gave me a break my whole body was sticky with cum and sweat.I thought about taking a shower but said fuck it I like being nasty.I got an idea and I told them to take me to the bathroom,put me in the tub and everyone piss on me.They loved that idea and carried me to the tub.As they laid me in the I was laughing from being. " Oh my god, Linh..." Shh ... It's alright. Here, eat something." What?" he said, still trying to come out from under the weight of what was happening. "I ... right. Eat something." He bit into the last apple they had, taken from a kind woman in a park that morning who also bought them breakfast.He was sweating, burning up. His eyes seemed to spin and grow thick. He darted glances all around, feeling uncomfortable and exposed. His flesh was on fire. More darting glances. Is that man carrying a.