We wrote each on a card and sealed them in individual envelopes. The game began on our next date night. We'd booked a hotel room in a nearby city. Bef...re we left, my wife selected one of the three sealed envelopes, having no idea which scenario she'd picked, and put it in our bags. The night was very sexy by itself. My wife wore a very short black mini-skirt I'd recently bought for her and a loose fitting peasant shirt. My wife never wears panties and only wears a bra to work, so her perky. Her legs were slightly spread, and the tight shorts hugged her slit lovingly, displaying the puffy lips clearly.Already alarmed at his redirected blood flow, Gary next looked at Carol, unfortunately at her crotch rather than her face. Her short skirt had a slit all the way up to the waistband. Instead of running up the side, the slit was almost straight up the front. One leg was bare all the way up. She was wearing a sheer pink thong, most of which was visible. The final touch of a few pussy. The men who reviled her always made problems, and usually gave her pain in unusual ways. The pleasant visits were those from men who simply accepted what she was and what she did, used her, punished her, and then went on their way. Men who called her names invariably beat her nearly senseless before they left. She shrugged mentally, knowing that it was God's will that she was here, doing these things, and had been incarcerated here for a long time; she would simply have to bear whatever. Mein bus mein jaa rahi thi .Mere gaand aur taangey itney sexy hai ki koi bhi mardh mujhey dekh ke mutt mar bina nahi jayega.Jab mein bus mein khadi thi toh kisiney mere skirt upar kardiya tha aur pura gaand sabney dekhliya.Bus mein honey singh ke gaane chal rahi thi. Tho mera mood bhi chudvane ka tha. Kisiney mere gaand pakadlya aur kiss karney laga. Andhera tha tho pata nahi chala .Usney panty thak uthar diya tha meri.Uske baadh bahuth sare haath mujhey idhar,udhar pakadne lagey aur kisiney.