She sucked her juices from them eagerly — saliva glistened on her chin from our kissing wetly, and I smeared it and the remainder of her juices over...her face.She knelt up, rubbing her breasts against my face, and I bit them savagely, knowing that my teeth would leave marks on them for days.I was still twisting my fingers in her hair, and I used it to drag her across my thighs. Her bottom was glowing red from where she'd slapped herself, and I slapped it even harder. I left my hand there, and. Then some young black men came up. They were very handsome, powerfully built and seemed to have money. They invited us up to VIP section. We drank and danced and got very horny. The VIP section had what might be described as box seats or rooms away from everything else and it had its own dance floor but you could still see the regular area. The guys were flirting heavy and it was working for them as the four of us were very horny. We were even talking about if we could fool around and likely. I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband even imagined what I was thinking, he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him and make me an outcaste in our social group.But even with those threats hanging over me I walked into the Forman's office and told. Going by her persona, she wasn’t averse to guys advances, since she was taying alone in this crazy city. Soon she hired Andy, a Goan, who was working in a cab company. He was in the job since 2yrs. He used to drop her at office and anywhere she wanted to go at nite.31st March Andy dropped Shifa at F-Bar.Shifa- Andy, what are you doing tonite ??Andy- Nothing..why ?Shifa- No just asking..actually I’m going in alone. Would you mind joining me ??Andy- Mam…are you sure ?? I mean I haven’t come in.