"It is wrong," Neeka said, tapping my surface thoughts. "You are one of the few people for whom it should be a crime to wear clothes. It's like painti...g a moustache on the Mona Lisa. And don't you need to go feed the dog, anyway?"She reached up to take the big frying pan down off the hook. I admired the way her rear bunched up and the muscles in her legs stood out under her creamy skin. I thought that her comment about not being allowed to wear clothes could certainly apply to her as well.It. After a month my company decided to give us a welcome party. We planned a eve in hoppipola (one of the best pubs in Bangalore. Girls were dressed to kill! My jaw dropped when I saw sandhya. She was with just one piece dress. Even she got to know that I was looking at her. As the party started everyone got busy with their own drink and music. I along with Sandhya and few girls are boozing together and enjoying the music. Sandhya used to tease me by touching me here and there. I was bit shy to. She could tell I was getting close to cumming so she stopped. Bent me over hands and knees and started on my man hole. I felt a double baloonenema head enter and felt the swelling of both baloons as she pumped them hard. The pressure of the inside one on my prostate was delightful and she straked my cock milking me a bit to keep me hard. She kept up a conversation of sorts moaning as she took pleasure from my average male muscles and equiptment. I noticed her fingering her asshole as she. Her name was Rupali. She had written a great review email after reading a story which I had written a long time back. We had been chatting since then.Rupali was a working professional. She was married, but, her interest in sex was beyond her husband’s capabilities. He was good in bed, but she expected more. She was highly interested in BDSM, but her husband was a vanilla. This led her to my stories and she got connected to me via hangouts. Initially, we talked about our interests and what all.