Like us they're experts in pleasing people sexually, buttheir people are those who prefer sex with men. We're the PSC'pussies' and they're the PSC 'p...ssers.'" Why wasn't I put in with the male PSCs?" I asked. I couldn'tbring myself to call them 'pissers'.A closed-mouth smile crossed her face. "Honey, look at you! You've been shaped and ... ahhh ... re-educated to be a girl. Pretty is what was wanted for you, and pretty you are. And justwait till you see how your reflexes kick in the next. Sanjeev held me in caring embrace as we moved to our bedroom and by the time we were near the bed the pallu of my saree had slipped from my shoulder and my blouse covered boobs were exposed to his view.Sanjeev was looking lustily at me. His looks created heat in me and I teasingly asked him suggesting about my breasts, "Like to drink the wine stored here too?" Yeah, if you agree," replied Sanjeev, "And the wine between your legs too." You're a real naughty boy," I mockingly said, "Why can't you. I had been approached to write up this couples story and invited to meet only a few miles from where I actually live here in Staffordshire, a challenge I eagerly took up and after an initial meet in a pub they had invited me to meet them at their home, and here I was pen in hand. From this point on I will continue as one of my usual stories, ghost writing for them, and just so you know, the price of my penmanship was one of the most sensuous BJ`s I have ever received, so not to break my, (to me. None of her plans worked out, but that was just too bad.“No,” she said. “We just weren’t expecting you. Come in,” she added.He moved into the room and Tiffany stared at him, leaving the door open.“Tiffany!” said Melanie, trying to take charge.“Huh?” asked Tiffany, looking over.“Door?”“Oh.” Tiffany closed the door.Bobby examined the two women. They reminded him of his sisters, when they were younger. He smiled, because that made him feel a little bit less uncomfortable.“Sorry about the mix-up,”.