’She was always taking me by surprise.‘Two guys?’‘You sound surprised. I know that most men dream of fucking two girls at once, so what is wr...ong with me doing something similar?’‘Nothing. Just had not thought about it. What do you enjoy about doing two guys together?’‘I have power over two men. I decide who is going to fuck me in my mouth. Who will fuck my slippery cunt and who gets to come over my tits. I love being taken in a spit-roast.’I was getting hard just thinking about it. She. With her subtle makeup and silver jewellery she looked stunning. As the meal progressed I noticed that she took a keen interest in Rohit’s problem. At one time it appeared that Rohit was to tell me something in confidence and alone but Anjali refused to leave. After a couple of drinks even I was in a couldn’t care less mood and so insisted that she stay. It transpired that Rohit’s wife was not at all responsive sexually. For her it was a chore that had to be performed. Not the ecstatic. “Yeah, he sure did. But what Art was doing was driving me crazy! I didn’t understand how on earth a guy could be feeling out the crack of my pussy for so long, and not be wanting to stick his fingers up inside me. I mean, I can’t even finger my own pussy, without sticking my fingers up into my ‘big hole.’“The saddest part was that I finally had to stop kissing Art, just so that I could whisper in his ear, and tell him that I wanted him to stick his fingers up. Once this reporter starts asking them questions, they'd probably supply him with plenty of information." You know, chances are it's all those people who've been watching you in such fascination this week," Patricia suggested. "We've gotten so used to seeing them that we don't really think about them anymore, but chances are they've been watching you and talking amongst themselves. There've been some of them around for just about each of your encounters." Yeah, that makes sense. I can picture.