“You want me to just fuck the shit outta you? Get it REAL rough? Man, I don’t know if you’re ready for that, bro.”“I don’t care,” I sai.... “That’s how I like it!”“I don’t know, man,” he said again, that odd grin still on his face. “I mean shit, if you want me to do it, I’ll do it. But I’m tellin’ you, it’s gonna fuckin’ hurt like a motherfucka.”“Nigga, that’s what I want.”“Man, do you WANT me to just take you and just… I don’t know, yo. If I start doin’ that, I’m gonna get violent, nigga. . They were enjoying it, and they removed the t-shirt and shorts they were wearing.Both of them had good 6+ inches cock. They were naked and dancing with me. They had a drink and made me also drink some. I was getting high because of the drinks. They got the feeling that I was getting high. So they made me a bit more tipsy.They both went and sat on the bed now and asked me to start a strip show. I started slowly removing my black tank top. I was really seducing as their dicks were sky-high.I then. If an opportunity existed very few of them were wasted. At parties there was only one rule; the girls insisted on condoms. It didn’t matter how many guys they entertained that way. A conversation at a party would often go along the lines of “Shit Suzy is hot tonight.” “God have you been into her too? That makes three I know of, including me.” “Thank heavens for the condom rule,” somebody else said. A few days later I caught the bus to an appointment. Doris was already on the bus sitting on her. Every so often he would meet some woman and bring her to Bombay for a week or two, have his way with her, and send her back. East European or Russian women, as often as not, with the occasional oriental. His wife and children never suspected a thing. Or perhaps they did, it’s hard to tell. I had started as a valet, more a driver than anything else, but of late he had been trusting me with tasks on my own. Driving his filmy contacts around. Agents, sometimes, his real estate buddies at others..