They were each playing with one of my breasts. They were sucking and biting my nipples. At the same time, each kept their fingers busy tormenting my p...ssy, arousing me to a state of animal lust. Using their legs, they held mine open and bent at the knees. This gave them full access to my unprotected cunt.One had two fingers deep inside me, fucking my pussy. The other was rubbing my clit until it was so sensitive I was crying out as I moaned. I felt the walls of my pussy close on the fingers. Mujhe ajeeb sa feel ho raha tha..Behan sath mehi leti hui thi..Mujhe uske sath lag ke sona acha sa lagne laga. Maine kitaab rakh di aur us se sat ke sone laga..Ab to aur buri haalat hone lagi. Mera lund ek dum uska touch paakar tight ho gya. Mujhe khud pe control hi ni raha aur main us se ek dum lund sata ke let gya. Wo meri taraf peeth kar ke leti thi.Phr na jaane kab neend a gyi.Subah utha to main pehle dara hua tha but phir jab behan ko normal dekha to thoda thik feel karne laga. But main ab. I spent a total of 22 years in the sex industry (ok I was a prostitute) and travelled to many countriesAfter London, Istanbul, Cairo, Alicante and Cyprus I decided to visit a friend in Hongkong and sample life in the Orient.The story takes place in the seventies. I was 27 years old.Within a week of arriving in Hongkong, I had rented a rather large and expensive apartment in Mid Levels, I had purchased a lovely lilac coloured Volkswagen Beetle and I had the promise of a hostess job at a new club. And Kunta wasted no time administering justice as only a Mandinka warrior could.Slurp... Suck... Suck... Slurp... Gurgle... Cough... Mmmfff...His sister had been an unwilling victim of the white man's crime. Such a dull and unimaginative sexual brutality. How could a man derive pleasure from forcing himself on a female against her will? It was just mechanical stimulation not much different than fucking a watermelon or one of the goats. But those white men were only a****ls anyway, so it.