I fucked a lot of different men, and a lot of them fucked me and got me high, too. I thought:"I shouldn't be this fucked up if I'm trying to run a bus...ness!" but, by the time I had THAT thought, I had blown a lot of guys, fucked them and now I was starting to give up my ass, too. There were six or seven women right near me doing the same thing. We began to play with each other. Usually, I'm not so good at doing several different sex things at the same time, but coke and weed and wine together. It wasn’t hard to guess and I couldn’t resist unwrapping it. I knew about condoms, but I’d never actually seen one. I re-wrapped it and put it in the pocket of my bathrobe. When I finished drying, I went to my bedroom and closed the door. It felt good knowing contraception wouldn't be a problem, but Barb was on the pill, so why a condom? Whatever the reason, they were in the house. I never held one before. It was longer and bigger than I expected, slippery and so thin it was translucent. Held. She hadn't noticed it before. Janet smiled for a brief moment, before shaking the thoughts out of her head again. She couldn't, not with a complete stranger. The idea wouldn't leave her head though. She had never done anything like that in her life. Mark didn't even like oral sex. He claimed it took too long. Time was one luxury her husband did not have. It was one commodity Janet had too much of.She only knocked twice before the door opened. The man from the bar was getting dressed, trying to. Ramsankar wanted his wife to have bigger boobs without getting pregnant. This is something work of fiction, but unlike those fake internet advertisements, he actually found a way. A massage parlour in the city that uses certain oils that are nutritious for the body such that when rubbed, the skin absorbs it making the boobs actually grow bigger. Shruti hesitated to do it but was convinced after some efforts put by her husband in form of gifts.At the massage parlour she called Ramsankar, “Hi..