By the time I finally left the office and braved the freezing dark rain of a British February it was already nearly eight in the evening, and journey ...ome was the usual depressing, congested nightmare. To make matters worse I was suffering from the double whammy of PMS and boyfriend being a dick syndrome. My normal solution the first (vigorous sex) was rendered impossible by the second (an idiot male who had recently decided he needed “a little more space in our relationship” and decamped to. We told the 50 something-year-old black man behind the desk our names. He gave us a key card to our rooms. “Have a good time ladies,” he said to us. He gave me a smile and said to me. “I hope you pick me.”We turned and started to walk to the elevators. I asked Sarah. “what did that man mean, about me picking him?”“Do you remember when you signed up to join? You said you would fuck a guy! His wife may be a member of the club, some of the wife’s husbands are members too, I know it’s a lesbian. Kaveri from time to time saw her aunt taking more interest in keeping him jovial. From the corner of her eye she saw her taking a close look at him who was wearing tight shorts and a T shirt. His masculine body was well proportioned and he looked like a modern day Rambo. His arms were heavy and his thigh muscles were jutting out of his short shorts. Mala was enchanted with this view and it kept her dreaming about it. Once when they had to climb a small hillock, Mala caught hold of Daniel's hand. And sweaty. His hands were sliding with no effort over my ribs and my hips making my body react and tremble but my mind, as always, wasn’t in it. A few locks of his hair were tracing the line that his lips were making on my neck. They tickled and his lips were yielding and slow, sensual. Kissing now, nipping later. He tried so hard, to make me feel good, to give me pleasure moving his hips slowly and teasing my skin, brushing his lips against my collarbone and slowly nipping at my breasts. “I.