She spoke again: -I asked you, Mister businessman... do you want some pussy? Yes or no? -Eeeh... I don't understand. Why… Gw´Neela had a grim expre...sion on her face. -Yes, I can see that you do not understand. But I think that my question isrelevant and very easy to comprehend. Do... you... want... some... pussy? Yes...or no? Answer me! She uttered the last words with a ton of cold steel in her voice. -Yes. Yes! Ulf trembled, but kept staring at her smooth, hairless cunt. The fat, swollenlabia. ..I could control myself. I didn't need to be gangbanged like Ginny or Tina. I didn't judge them—who they had sex with was their business—but I wanted to get all the futas so frustrated that they were begging to vote for me just hoping I'd do anything with them.It proved a difficult strategy to follow through.Campaign was so much... wilder when I was naked. Futas were coming up to me, squeezing my tits, fingering my pussy, even stroking my asshole. I had my nipples tweaked and even licked, but. Ab Main apni chhati mein sukoon mehsoos kar rahi thi.Woh meri cleavage chaat-ta hua neeche meri naabhi par chala gaya aur kaatne laga. Main siskiye lene lagi aur maine apna blouse khol diya. Woh aur neeche gaya aur usne meri saree nikaal di. Ab Main bra aur petticoat mein thi.Fir woh khada hua aur usne apne saare kapde utaar diye. Fir usne mere petticoat ka naada khola aur usko neeche ki taraf kheenchne laga. Maine bhi gaand utha kar petticoat nikaalne mein uski help ki. Ab main sirf bra aur. I guessed they were in their mid-twenties, both very pretty, had lovely skin and delightful smiles as they chatted away. I tried not to listen to what they were saying, but I did anyway. It was just general everyday conversation about fashion, shopping, Oxford Street, some bar they’d been to for lunch and the weather, of course. British people are obsessed with the weather.As the train moved out of the station, and to avoid listening to their conversation, I took my book Ignite Me by Tahereh.