I was indeed a bit worried that she would run me out of her house after all the debauchery I had just put her through. One thing was being submissive ...n the heat of the moment, but then what? I finished, toweled off, and put on my clothes. I went back in the house. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ms. Maria had obediently followed my instructions, and, still in the nude, was finishing breakfast for me. I sat down and ogled her as she served me a plate of fruit and coffee. She still. He was still the first one to get naked, the last to get dressed and had almost a satyr’s libido, able to get erect and into action very quickly after climaxing. He still liked getting pounded by me or by Raja, but claimed with my larger prick I was able to satisfy his desire better. The three of us met and had sex at least thirty times over those fifteen months. An average of two times a month. They never wore any clothes when they were in my house. Almost as soon as entering the door we would. We always seemed to hit it off. Now here we are so many years later. It started of innocent enough, as I am sure it always does. I have been having trouble at home. She found out her husband was having an affair. We started out texting each other about our troubles and the more we opened up, the more relaxed we got. Before long during those long nights of texting each other as we both drank and smoked our troubles away, texting became sexting. Neither one of us realized just how much in common. As I was also attracted to kinky sex and games, I urged her to continue to work the men who visited her bar. She and I soon formed a great relationship.If she wished she could have any man she wanted to take care of her needs but they all wanted to forbid her from fucking with other men so she was very happy to shack-up with me when I stayed at Patong Beach, as I fully encouraged her to fuck around with any man who took her fancy.A couple of my Aussie mates owned the “Kangaroo Bar” and we spend.