It was damn good.Me: Thanks, Ritesh. Where are you from?Ritesh: Bangalore itself. Actually, we are a couple Ritesh and Smita (Name Changed).Me: Oh, se...y. Your age?Ritesh: I am 30, Smita is 28. And we are trying out for hunk to join us.We chatted for a while. Ritesh told me that he is less interested in sex and women. He married Smita due to family pressure. They were a newly wedded couple just 6 months passed, and now Smita is looking for hard satisfaction.Then I asked Ritesh that Smita is ok. Beg Mistress." As I contemptuously said these words,I started to squeeze his cock and finger his hole slowly, teasingly. Istopped. "Beg." Please rub my prostate and my cock." Please who?" Mistress, please rub my prostate and my cock!"I rubbed him faster. "Louder! Faster! Beg me louder and faster! Sayit!"And he did. And I stroked and rubbed harder and harder and faster andfaster. The fucker was begging so loudly when I put him over the topthat the neighborhood could hear his pathetic cries.I was. "Okay, well get ready to go and we will head out," I suggested. Even though it was early spring, I needed either my coat or my big sweatshirt to both hide the pistol, but also to look as though I felt the same things the real people did."Do you exercise at all Harvey?" I asked in the truck on the way to breakfast."Sure, I run some mornings before breakfast," he said. "I try to at least walk a half hour on the other days." Well, I walk after breakfast. Are you good with that?" I asked."Sure I'm. One hand slowly made it's way down, from her breasts, across her stomach and down to the wonderful depths below between her thighs. It hovered and glided it's way across the black thong panties covering her pleasure that awaited beneath. Sliding back and forth, her face snapping back and forth, touching herself between her thighs and enjoying every soft fingertip against her body.She glanced across, seeing me stroking my cock, harder and faster, as she took hold of the straps at the side of her.