She was lovely and tight. I imagine Mr Missionary was a bit smaller than me and she hadn't been with many if any others. We carried on like this for a...few minutes and her legs went completely limp, two more thrusts and she was having an orgasm down my legs again. I stopped, slid out, turned her around and she leaned over the counter as I probed her vagina again and this time went in all the way, right away; hard. She took a deep breath and I had to lean over and gag her mouth again."Shhhh! If. We may need the alcohol to give us a fresh approach to things.”I broke out a bottle of white wine and a bottle of red wine and offered them to the women as they arrived. Two wanted the white and two wanted the red, while the other two wanted straight gin with a drop of vermouth. Yuck!The meeting had not been going for even a half-hour when the first woman went to the bathroom. I waited a moment and then I stuck the lens of my digital camera in the doorknob opening and pressed the trigger. I had. Do we wait for a bugle call announcing that it’s time to begin the pillage? A drum roll, perhaps? I sense I’m not the only one who is uncertain.One thing I know is that I’m not going to get stage fright when the right time comes. I’m not afraid to go first, even with the audience at what is probably going to be the peak of its size and curiosity. They can do what they like: I know I’ll stay as hard as I am right now. I just have to know that the right time has in fact arrived.There’s no drum. I had all the train tickets as Rajesh was shit scared to keep with him. We all met a day before on 13th and planned the time when I will pick Tulsi and come to Railway Station and when they both will come. As per the plan they were supposed to reach 15 minutes before the time we were supposed to reach and board the train, scheduled to depart at 9:10 PM from Hubli. As per the plan I picked Tulsi from club road at 8:45 PM and from a local booth Tulsi gave a phone call to her parents telling that.