To my disappointment, I lost her car again.I was very unhappy in missing her and happy whenever her eyes and smile passes through my head. My mind the... involuntarily followed any Maruti swift car that passes me while driving. I just wanted to enjoy her beauty from far. There is a road in front of our house. On both sides, there are lots of multi-story buildings.It is somewhat inside with less to no vehicle movement. I stay on the second floor. A single room with an attached bathroom in a corner. The bangles on my hand were jangling away as I did this.I guiding his hard cock towards my pussy and grit my teeth and told Shekhar “Come inside me right now. Fuck me standing up Shekhar. Zor se chod de mujhe”.Shekhar said, “Not so fast Amby, not so fast. All in good time. Yeh toh shuruat hai”.The bastard is going to torture me I thought. “No Shekhar, right now. Mat sata mujhe. You can see how badly I need it” I moaned and squeezed his hard cock and pulled it near my entrance.He removed my hand. At this time the door bell rang, but he took no notice of it. The door opened and there stood my husband. Oh my, he has not bothered to lock the door. My husband was dumbstruck at the scene. Tmye was his young beautiful wife lying naked on the bed, hands stretched above my head, tied to the bed railings, and the old but stout man kneeling over my, taking my long legs over his muscular shoulder, his paw like hands kneading my pert shapely breasts, fucking me with gay abandon. But Mr. Sam did not. My last hit was six hours ago and Ronnie is holding out until my income reached a hundred dollars an hour. I needed one more fuck or a blow job within the next fifteen minutes to reach that mark. My thoughts returned to Stacy and Tracy, my newest little sisters, with the concern for their safety.A car slowed down and I waved, smiling hoping he would stop. Not because I really wanted him to but because I needed the money and the only way to get it was to allow him, or anyone else fuck me. I.