This time my beloved hubby drove me to the airport and when he kissed me goodbye, Victor recommended me to behave like a good girl. I smiled and kisse... him back, saying I would be a very, very bad girl…After my first day in Chicago I felt so tired; but I enjoyed a last drink at the lobby hotel before going to bed.I was there sipping a nice margarita; when a young man approached and said if I would mind some company. The guy was very handsome, so we shared some chatting…I could guess he wanted. And we amusedourselves with her tongue, ordering her to practice upon us the arts offemale love which are common in harems such as ours, where the Mastercalls upon us but rarely. And in these arts I found her to be amazinglyproficient, by which sign I knew her story to be false, for no Man wouldlower himself to such things as pleasuring a woman with his lips.My sister Fatima is the youngest of us, being still in her teens, and Ithink it was she who most enjoyed tormenting our new toy. Perhaps. We kissed and a groped her tits as well which were just as nice as Sandy’s. I heard the wife pulling in so we broke off and went to being good k**s again, after a bit they left for home and everything settled down at the house. I’m thinking whew that was close…. Then the phone rang, it was Sandy saying she wanted me to come over. I objected and tried to blow it off, but then she said “we are in our night gowns waiting”, OMG what now.As I hung up the wife asked if everything was okay, I said. “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Fucking that asshole Jayant when I was always available for her! Screamed Aamir as he crossed the road towards the other society. “I’m so gonna screw that bastard for fucking my Induja. This is the worst day of my life!”Aamir fumed for some more time as the atmosphere turned darker under the heavy storm clouds and he entered the ashram. A slight drizzle followed which cooled him down and he started looking for Mrs. Nair.In the penthouse, Induja was in woman on top position.