We walked and walked till we reached dead-end. Clarra and I exchanged glances. “The last house, Madam”, said the asian grouch. An independent hous... with 2 floors with withering paint stared at us. “2 BHK ma’am, no pollution, no traffic no sound, the owner very good” the broker continued in his broken English. He rang the door bell, and a fat Indian lady wearing an Indian saree which displayed her fat belly opened the door. The fat landlady had a serious conversation with the crooked looking. While we were chatting, I had an idea and asked where they lived. As luck would have it, both men lived in my city. I bravely invited them to meet at a local hotel the following evening. I sent my husband the video of me cumming during the chat along with a note asking him to Skype the next day. As the time neared, I felt myself dripping with anticipation, nearly forgetting the laptop at home! I got to the hotel first and set up the camera and internet connection. The men arrived pretty. My first mission was to gather my “men”. For my fantasy I would need eight men or women to make me feel good. I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I got ‘hit on’ by a woman. A Beautiful blue-eyed blonde. I let her play and flirt with me for a while, deciding to definitely let her be in my game. Slowly. "What's up Roy?" he said and tried to sound casual. "I got to talk to you Ese." "Right now?" Yes right now, why are busy with one of your rituals?" Roy said.Jade's mouth dropped open, "How do you know about it?" "I left my Blackberry over here last night, your mom gave me the key so I could get in, I came in the morning while you were gone, do you have any idea what you're messing with, these stupid Satanic rituals?" Roy said. Jade looked at his usually angelic face, "Alright, just because.