What’s the going rate for information on the dancer who got herself killed a couple of weeks ago?”“What do you want to know?” she asked.“Who...was she fucking?” I asked.“The bartender or the bouncer should know that. Sharon was a local not a pro.” the red head informed us. The women in the club knew nothing of Sharon’s life outside the bar.“On the way out I asked the bartender the same question. “Far as I know she wasn’t fucking nobody. She gave head for money and favors now and then, but she. He fervently prayed that the smell would wear away before school.At breakfast, Catherine wasted little time in "having fun" with Mark. As she sat down she sniffed the air with a flourish. "Hmm, that’s funny," she said with a confused look. It almost smells as if someone is wearing my new perfume. But that’s silly. I’m the only girl in the house. I’m sure none of you he-men would wear women’s perfume. It must be my imagination," she added brightly.Mark started to say that she knew damn well who. Meenu straight away started kissing me. She then said, “This is my friend Pooja. Her husband has a small penis and can’t make her pregnant. She has not yet lost her virginity. Please fuck her.” I went towards Pooja and hugged her. She was too shy. Meena asked me to take her inside.I took Pooja inside and loocked the door. Pooja was a 23 year old newly married girl. She was slim and had a wheatish skintone. She had long silky hair. She was looking very beautiful. I removed her clothes and took. ”I did as she asked and then we both laid there, with me on top of her, catching our breath.The next morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom for my morning duties and then returned to bed and watched Kitten while she slept. When she finally woke, I smiled at her and pulled her in for a hug.“So, Kitten, what are we doing today? I vote for some vertical activities to make sure we stretch our legs, but I really just want to hold you and fuck you all day. How does that sound to you?”“Oh, Sir, I.