She nodded as she practically stared at him. She saw him looking around with a stern look on his face. He looked down at her and picked up on her st...ring and figured it was because he must be overbearing or something was probably frightened. “I’m going to get the spare put on so you can get out of here ok?”“OK, Mister…I don’t know your name.”, she cut in mid-sentence.“Benjamin Logan ma’am. But most people call me Ben.”, he offered politely while tipping his cap and a slight nod of his. It was meaty and clean tasting. I was salivating at my horniness and soon my own cock was starting to come to life. I stood for a minute to compose my stockings and I heard a faint thump on the door. It could only be the other man I saw in the hallway. At least I hoped it was an not the manager. With what little was left of my lipstick on my face, I opened the door slightly to peer outside. The gentleman, with a rather handsome face and smile, asked if he could join me. I obliged and invited. Their education took them to far off land where everything was alien to both of them, social life, conservative Tamil culture and values which they carried from a southern state was suddenly not required any more in the new alien city. Both the gender men women were treated at par, fabric which covered the females beautiful cuts & curves suddenly shrunk while only sparsely covering the mounds and the valley. Weekend late night parties have become the status symbol anyone not going to these. Emma pulls me along behind her as we go upstairs to the bedroom. Our bedroom. We are lovers but Emma isn’t the easiest person to live with. She is short tempered for starters. Hence she flew off the handle over a little thing like a spoilt dress. OK, it is her favourite. Nevertheless, does it justify this? Really? I am led by the wrist like a naughty child but I am in my thirties. Once in the bedroom Emma drags me over to the bed where she sits down. Next thing I know she pulls me down across.
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