The man complaining because he always has to apologize first. Even if the woman was wrong.(We're never wrong of course. Knock off the giggles Mark. Mm...mm... Hey! I'm trying to be serious here.)So, anyway, how come nobody writes about ordinary folks?Mark and I for example. Sure, we did like to make love a lot at first. Did it almost anywhere we could find a chance of five minutes of more or less privacy. Got 'caught' a few times too. Always after he had already orgasmed though. Mark is a great. 5 inches up my pussy and 8 in my arse but a month had passed and i was worried i was desperate so i sent the video apologising for the dealy but i think im ready to be your 3 hole white married slut now didnt here anything back for 2 nights i repeated message after message video after video then a message see you at the bar we met tomorrow night ill send what to wear dont wear anything else ,i replied ok xxxthe next day a box arrived in the box was a sheer crotchless bodystocking in white a. She looked around my house and astonishingly spoke “tomar barida ki sundor go Mama! (your house is very beautiful)”. I asked her to go in my drawing room.Archana became more astonish seeing my drawing room. She sat on my sofa and I told her to wait. I already bought some dry foods for Archana to convince her easily, I brought all of those and told her to have those. She became very happy and eagerly had the foods. After finishing I cleaned the drawing room. She was then walking round my room. That evening a huge limo pulled into our circular driveway and the driver came to the door. He said his name was James and that we would be going uptown to a very exclusive hotel. Upon arriving he told me that I was to go to the bar and wait for Mr. McFarland. As I sat at the bar several men tried to buy me drinks, but I refused. Then the hotel security guy came buy and tried to throw me out. I guess he thought from the way I was dressed that I was either a hooker or a slut or both. He said “.