“What’s the story?”“I was telling her about ‘anything’”, replied my friend.“You eez vairy naughtee boy yes?”, chimed in the flatmate...with a grin. I turned a deeper red.“Anyway”, my friend continued. “We were thinking we should just order room service or something for dinner and chill out here. She’s had a bit of experience already today and I’m not sure we should leave her alone yet. We can continue our stuff tomorrow.”I nodded, with a little twinge of disappointment.“Yeah, makes sense I. Fir mene unse pucha.Bhabhi ek baat batogi sach bolna muje bura lage yaa accha par bolna sach toh unhone bola pucho mera ling kaisa hai kya mei shadi krne layak ho gya hoo. Toh wo hasne lagi or boli ling tho tere bhaisaheb se accha hai isilye isse mene muh mei lya aaj pehli baar mene lund muh liya mene pucha kyo. Tab bo boli jab tum mere boobs ko sehlea rhe the or apne hath se apna ling hila rhe the mei tab se hi jag rahi thi fir jab tumne meri neeche hath dala tab mujme bhi exitment aa gya or. "Sorry bud, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't feel guilty for who I am. I like sex and I like to fuck. It's not the damn Sixties. I'm not one of those sad women that needs to be punished for having fun."I held her hand a little tighter and poured some of my own power into her. Barbara gasped and her hard nipples poked against her shirt. My need was screaming at me to hurry but damn it, I was calling the shots tonight."I thought so too at first," I said. "I had hopes that you would be. They were discussing their shopping trip. Especially the guys that had been looking them over, and comparing their attributes. Mary had dropped a bombshell when she told them that they could judge the size of their equipment by looking at their fingers. She had even called the guys over and had them hold out their hands. They already knew how big each of them were, so looking at their hands just drove home the point. The only one who knew what was happening was Jerry. He explained it to them.