Diane stood up and got everyone’s attention. “Okay, ladies. I am going to invoke a house rule now. As you can see, both our waiters are entering t...e room together. I think it should be understood that one of them is in the room at all times. After all, we don’t want anybody getting bored because there is no eye candy, right?”This announcement was greeted with cheers, laughter and applause, and it was decided unanimously that either Danny or I should be in the room at all times.We continued. Now coming back to my experience, I got a job in Chennai in a very reputed software company and I was enjoying my new life. Then all of a sudden my entire life took a wild and kinky turn. I live in a flat with my mom and dad. Our floor consists of 4 flat and we all pretty much know each other. A year back a Bengali family moved to our flat on to the house opposite mine. Her name was Roopa and her husband’s name was Debojit. They were pretty good people which I found you in a couple of weeks.. " I nodded. "So are you ever getting... hurt, during those events?" I tried not to stare too obviously at her face, the picture of her getting soaked in cum starting to form in my mind. She looked deep into my eyes. "I like getting hurt," she said, seductively. "I want them to. I'm a whore, I'm here to be fucked and used, and they pay me good for it." I gulped, knowing that wouldn't go over well in my report. "So, is there somebody present that looks over the whole thing and makes sure nothing. I looked at her as she made her way to the dance floor. Her body was to die for. I guess it was the alcohol, but I had the urge to nuzzle my head between her breasts and squeeze them with my bare hands. > > I had to cool down. I told the girls still sitting at the booth that I was going to go outside for some air. I made my way around the swaying crowd and exited through the door. The air was so cool. In retrospect I was glad I opted to wear my panties after all. There weren't many people.