There they showed her the rooms. There were four, each with a room number marked on it. Seema said their husbands would come to whichever room number ...hey pick up from the chits. Anjali was told to occupy room number 3, refresh herself wait for whoever gets lucky to be with her tonight.Smiling at her nervous look they went in their respective rooms and closed the door. Anjali was feeling too nervous and wondered who would come in and sleep with her tonight. The idea was exciting and frightening. Those are my rules” as she took another sip of wine.Punished accordingly what the hell is she on about I thought, hope she is not grounded for a week or two there is a good party on at the weekend.“Please Mrs Whittingham, its my fault really its not fair on Carol to take the blame” I piped up.“Ah David young man so you too should be punished, perhaps more do you not agree?” she asked me.I nodded “well erm yes guess so”.“Right Carol you know where it is go and fetch it please,. ’ I respectfully replied. ‘The do it, slave. Inhale and taste my sweet nectar and don’t stop until I tell you.’ She commanded. I became lost in my task. I was completely into my submissive zone, sucking and licking and breathing her essence when suddenly I felt someone spreading my ass cheeks and lubricating my anus. I dare not look around to see who it was for risk of incurring Aziza’s wrath for interrupting my oral administrations. I suddenly felt something hard and large against my rectum.. The reason for my bachelorhood is that I m living away from my parents who are in Gujarat. I am in Delhi. Life in Delhi is typical, cannot be compared with that in Gujarat. Here, the evening means clubbing and booz, mixing with high society personalities. My higher position in government has made it easier for me to be accepted and adored in such circle. Hear I found how the businessmen use their own women to seduce persons like me to extract the benefits from the government department.A few.