The stranger had a briefcase at his side and was presently rummaging through it. Finally he dropped a thick manila folder onto the table."His name is ...aymond A. Katterman. He's an investment broker with a large holdings firm based in Manhattan," the P.I. began. "Three months ago his wife, Mrs. Jean Katterman, retained my services. She had begun to believe her husband, of some 13-years I should say, was engaged in an affair with a third party, a college-intern whom I'll not mention here. Mrs.. “You know I want to fuck you,” I said.“You can,” Becky replied, “But Leslie has told me that she has to be a part of it.”I was stunned.“I’m bi,” Becky declared, “and so is Leslie.”I guess the shock must have shown on my face, because Becky quickly asked me how I could possibly not know.“I kind of figured you were bi,” I answered, “But Leslie and I haven’t ever talked about it.”“We made a pack,” Becky replied. “She wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”I told Becky I was fine with Leslie and her being. So, Thangam was his bitch in Chennai and Smita his concubine in Pune where he goes for a week once in two months to meet local customers.Smita – Sir I am really happy that you made me your favourite ,inspite of so many women staff in our Pune office.I thought you will be after that Sindhi bitch Wadhwani, who keeps falling over you showing her tits at the slightest chance.She is young and fair too, so never thought that I had even a small chance.The other one I thought you would go after was. But, when Brad opened the door, he said:"Surprise."And everybody in there said:"Surprise!"Everybody was naked. Except for Carl and Gus, both dressed and each of them was holding a video camera. But everybody else was as naked as the day they were born. Or, since they all had developed bodies, as naked as the last orgy.Yes, Laurie Parker and Brad Johnson were no strangers to orgies. They knew it very well, actually.You see, they were not a big, famous group. They were still this small company.