I stuttered at the feeling of anticipation, stimulation and sheer excitement as her tender little hands found my cock, my balls and two fists full of ...ubic hair. I sucked in a breath through my clinched teeth and my knees started to buckle. Her eyes never left mine until she looked directly at my swelling cock just inches in front of her face. Then tenderly, she put both hands around it, pulled it forward a little until it was tenting my shorts and gently kissed the head of it. Again I. At this Sardarji came closure to me and wanted to kiss my neck or probably lips and was rubbing his hand on my chest. But I told him straightforward, as, I was feeling awkward “Main sirf gand Marata hun, ye sab nahin.” (I just get my ass fucked, I don’t do this kissing and all.) He said he was happy with my asshole, and started digging my ass really hard. He took his dick out and spit in my ass and just like before.My asshole remains open for so long that Sardarji didn’t even get to spit 5. The game is afoot!You get up from the table, leaving the ladies to play against each other, and walk around the casino, admiring the large collection of art on their walls. Making your way to the bar, you take a surreptitious glance over your shoulder, and see that the ladies are still at the card table together. Ahh, who can resist your Goddess? Seating yourself in a darkened corner of the lush, aquarium lined bar, you order a martini from the gorgeous young waitress, and settle in to wait.. I put a beer in his hand and leant forward so he could see the top of my boobs. His eyes were all over my boobs. After that beer I was getting that horny feeling again. I tried to ignore it but once it starts I cannot stop it. It turns me into a slut. I put my beer down and stood up. I looked him in the eye and took my dungarees off and they dropped to the floor. I was in a shirt and a black g-string. I then took my shirt and bra off. He didn't say a word and just looked at me. I said, "I want.