” Eve chimed in. “Oh my god! Why do I hang out with you two?” I said throwing my fork into the empty container. They both opened their mout...hs, “Rhetorical question! Don’t you dare answer.” I said, cutting them off. They giggled some more and whispered in each others ears for long enough to make me nervous. Sighing, I said to myself, “What am I gonna do with you?” I got up and gather up my trash. “Is that another rhetorical question Tommy? Or would you like us to answer?” . I figured if he wanted me to fuck her I would do it the next chance I got. His job changed to night shift so we couldn't get together only on the weekend. He asked me to go fishing with him so I told him I would be there Saturday after I finished work at noon.I arrived to find Mary doing house work with a loose t-shirt and shorts. I asked where Jim was and she said he had to work late and was still in bed and said he would not be able to go fishing. I sat on the couch and we were chatting when. Their supply of slaves seemed limitless, and their cum voluminous. Each and every one was ordered to not finish except in her ass, and they obeyed. The sun had almost set when the last one finished, and the brothers took turns in her pussy, rubbing at her stomach and commenting at how all the cum from those slaves made her stomach visibly stretch, and how they could see the slave cocks stretch her throat wide open. She hoped the dirty talk helped them, but the last one didnt cum until the sun. This time the story comes from the clubbing capital of India, Bangalore. I shifted to Bangalore from Delhi to pursue business studies.Bangalore’s nightlife is something that is worth exploring. Being a postgraduate student I had plenty of time during my weekends to go out chill and have some drinks. The story goes back to the month of March. I went to a fine clubbing spot in Koramangala in Bangalore.It is considered to have some of the finest clubs of Bangalore. I was there with my friends. We.