As I was lost in thought about the situation I heard a knock on the front door. I was startled by the fact; I never get anyone at the door on Sunday. ... went to the door and looked through the peephole, it was Surita, The “Crack Whore” who worked with Kavita. I thought to myself “Why in the Hell is she here, She does not know where I live.” Before I could speak Kavita came out of the Bathroom with a towel on and said, “If that is Surita let her in”I was a bit shocked but I undid the lock and. I told him fine and started looking around. This man was very attractive, in his early twenties and muscular. I found many clothes to try on and asked him where the dressing room is. He showed me and told me to howler if I needed anything. It was really close to six and, closing time and for me not to worry about that, he would lock the door and I can have all the time I want as he had plenty of paper work to do. He smiled at me and walked back up front. I needed help with a zipper and yelled. She needed to pace herself. Her third would be her last, and even that would mean hoping she wasn’t stopped on her way home. She was conscious that her small frame could hold less than his massive one.“Not really,” she said. “I like to keep a clear head.”“Well,” he said. “We could get Cokes.” She liked that ‘we.’ He wanted to stay with her even if it meant sobriety. “Or we could keep dancing.” That sounded great. “Or...”“Or?” She couldn’t let him stop there.“How would you like to go for a. Then we kissed just to share our juices. I slowly then kissed her cunt again and put my 2 fingers in her pussy and finger fucked her until she squirted. I then slowly pushed my dick in her again wet cunt. She cried in pain as she was a virgin.Then slowly I put my half dick in her pussy and started to give her low strokes. She was enjoying now and was moaning. I fucked her for more than an hour in different positions. Then I told her to that I want to try anal. She said: “Kuch toh mere paati ke.