During the superb dinner we got to knew each other a bit more. I found her to be wonderful company after she loosened up with a couple of margaritas. ...he was entertaining and fun with a good hearty laugh. She talked a blue streak and while I didn't care a whit of what she said, I enjoyed watching her. I discovered that she was 34, was married seven years and just ended an ugly three-year divorce; she was from Baltimore originally (which she hated) but now lived in Chicago; that she was a legal. After chatting, talking over ph and skype I proposed her and she told me.She will think about the proposal once I’m back to India and after 1 month, I completed my study and came back to India permanently. She is working with govt of India and is free only Sunday (Saturday is also working day for her)I day I called her up and asked her to meet me on her way to the office, we meet at hazra metro station and my goodness she was looking like a perfect Bengali beauty. She was wearing a light colour. .for me it wasnt about looks or attraction it was simply about sexual satisfaction of myself and others. It was not about relationships, its about SEX, and I LOVE performing and having sex!!The next visit, Neil and I lay on a communal bed, open to all, including single guys...pretty soon we had 8 or 9 men either up close to us or stood by masturbating.....all those cocks with the hots for me!I told Neil I would pick one guy to take with us to a private room for a threesome. I didnt choose the. "When will they operate and how long do you have to pay?" I don't know," Juliana said. "He has to get stronger first. And then ... I really don't know if I can do it." She started crying again."Stop that!" Ellis said. "Of course you can do it. It's only fucking sex, you pussy. He is your husband and he's dying, goddammit." The rude language stopped the sobbing."But," Juliana said. "But for me it isn't, you know?" "What isn't," Ellis wondered."The sex!" Juliana cried out. "For me there is no.