Yen Yi watched in fear as the number 2/34/100 appeared on the screen. “2! 34! 100! Guys, step forward.” A big hulking male negro, and a white bony...man and a fat man stood forward. “May I know who ‘2’ is?” To her terror, the fat man raised his hand. “You may proceed. Have fun.” Yen Yi was wrenched from her platform into kneeling position on the floor. Mr. 2 then thrust his dick at her. “Suck it.” She shook her head and turned away. He then grabbed her by her ponytail and pressed her lips against. He sucked on my nipples, caressed my areolas with wet strokes. I could feel each contact with such lucidity, each fingertip fondle, every tongue flick. My nipples became rock hard, like little erections begging to be sucked on. He began to ease down a little bit, his own desire to have my soft, forbidden skin finally quenched. He looked into my eyes once again, captivating me with his deep brown wells. He returned to my face, giving me one last soft kiss before slowly moving down to my thighs,. .. Am I sorry about the act itself? ... It may surprise you, but both your mother and I would have to answer that with a resounding ‘No’.“As I told you before, Charlie, I’ve never strayed from that beautiful woman in all our years of marriage ... so for us to do what we did with Jack and Kitty ... well, you should damn well know that it wasn’t something we took lightly ... It didn’t just ‘happen’. We talked about all the implications before actually deciding to go through with it .... Shilpa stood and told me to carry on. She will be back from the washroom. She was looking complete fuckable object. I saw her walk in some direction and noticed the reception guy followed her. After reaching one door, they both stood talking to each other. He then grabbed her by the ass and opened the door.She went in, and the door was shut. Shabbir was on the phone and messaging something. We all finished lunch, but she didn’t come. All guys left for the room, and Shabbir told me to carry on..