Even though I was blushing, I had had to deal with being accosted this way for years and was used to staring such people down. “Sorry, honey child,�...� I said in a fake Southern accent, “You’re mistaken. I'm not a tramp. I am a slut. Not that it’s any of your business.”The other woman looked surprised by my comment, and quite taken aback. She had no idea what else to say. I calmly walked over the sinks, looked in the mirror, took out my lipstick, and started to re-apply a thick coat.“You know,. Tim arrived at our house late afternoon, it was a bit awkward at first but we had a couple or three drinks and things mellowed enormously. We were going down the pub to meet some mutual friends and have a meal, so Jackie and I went to shower and change leaving Tim watching the box. After we'd showered I held Jackie in my arms and groped her gorgeous bum and said wouldn't it be brilliant if she didn't wear any underwear tonight. She pretended to be shocked at the very idea - but the alcohol we'd. Wo friend ab mera bhi friend he ya kah lo mera master/ husband. Ab tum husband nahi ho, aur hasne lag gayi. Phir boli ki me ab trained callgirl ban gayi hu, mere us friend ka bahut bada circle he. Delhi middle age ki modern randi/callgirl ki bahut demand he. phir wo apne prostitute experience ko batane lagiDelhi pahuchte hi bhabhi ne sex ki medicine di. Meri body me garmi ho gayi, aur wo apne Friend ke saath vahi par sex karne lag gayi, Me dekhkar pagal ho rahi. Phir me bhi unke bichme jakar. I saw him get in the back, a young black guy in his early twenties. He greeted me, but I just murmured and shifted slightly. As he sat down, I just pushed my head against his huge shoulders…He chatted with my husband, telling his name was Byron.I opened my eyes slightly and could see he was having a good view of my loose boobs under my tight t-shirt and was putting his hand on my bare thighs… Naughty, naughty guy…I put my arms round him and snuggled up still murmuring some unintelligible moans..