I told him yes I was sure. He told the girls to get ready, having no clue what that meant, made me alittle nervous. Brian must of picked up on it, he ...old me to relax, that he can feel my pussy tightening up. The girls started massaging my breasts, putting their lips on my nipples. one of their hands on my clit, while the other girls hand massaging my anus. Brian was picking up pace, going alittle harder. Paul came downstairs, I could see he was hard. He walked toward my face, held his dick up. “It’s okay. Let me help you with that. What are you doing now,” she asked, making her voice evn secxier than it naturally was.“I’ve got my dick in my hand,” he confessed.“You mean that big, nine-and-a-half-inch baseball bat you call a phallus,” she checked demurely.“Yeah,” he chuckled.“Ooh I like that! Where are you right now?”“I’m on the toilet.”“Are you taking a dump?”“No, no, no,” he shook his head.“It’s fine. I don’t care. But I’m gonna crawl over to you right now and start sucking that big. Twenty minutes later, a pretty brunette was sitting across my study desk, looking at the layout of the apartment that I had showed her."So you're taking this bedroom, right?" she pointed to the master bedroom."Right." And either of these two is still available?" Right." Good. That kitchen looks good sized. Nice living room." Yeah, and the owner will repaint this summer."She looked up at me, her expression very serious. "Are you gay?" No — happy but not gay."She laughed. "Girlfriend?" Nope. No. Where shall I meet you?--quarters is the best, I guess…if you do not mind--no, I do not. Okay, can I meet you at the gates at 3pm?--deal-I was feeling somewhat okay. Hamra asked me,-hameeda, you seem upset. What happened?-I smiled and said,-no, nothing. Just a headache--tell me. You are having some issue with imad, right?-Oh no! How was that leaked to her? I know imad never reveals it. I said,-well…you know, I did not know him for as long as i knew you, or Omar. He seems different, even.