I prefer serving this story with it’s originality. please send your feedback to ( )Well this will be a little bit longer story with all the details...Well this story happened when I was doing my UG. That was the time when all these social networking apps like whatsapp , we chat ,viber and hike started becoming famous among students. to cope up to the trend me and my friends started using whatsapp and we created so many groups for multiple purposes. In one of those groups we added all our girl. His guide knocked, and the door opened a crack. Light streamed out. "Yes?" queried a woman's voice. "It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel Ogilvy."The door opened wider and David was ushered in. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed. . thank you Madame Vesta. I look forward to it.”“We can’t go on calling you Mr Svenson,” smiled Madame Vesta.“My name if Gunnar,” said Svenson.“Gunnar,” they said together, nodding politely. By then the wine was flowing with considerable freedom and Quentin noticed that the Swede was now caressing Birgit’s bottom whenever she came alongside him. Madame Vesta also noticed it, it seemed.“Do you fancy the girl? she asked.“Quite,” responded Gunnar, his voice a little thick.“She’s Scandinavian like. Claire knew that he was now having some very poignant lessons about cuckolding. They both were. The only difference between them was that Claire knew where it was leading to; she knew where it was going but Neil had little or no idea at all. He accepted his fate and pulled away and pulled his pants back up. “I have to give you a massage now,” he told her. “Karl chose some oil for me to buy for you.” Claire accepted her fate too, letting Neil dry her body and lead her to bed for a long and.