”“Why Indian?” she asked.“I was dating a girl from India at the time, and I wanted a place where she felt comfortable. This is actually my fav...orite room in the house.”“You seem to have had quite a few girlfriends,” Leslie smirked.I rolled my eyes, but smiled, “So? This room?”“Yes! Can we light the candles?”“Sure. And incense, if you want. But I need to pop next door to my study for a sec. Do you want something to drink?”“Coke, if you have it,” she said.I went to the kitchen and got a Coke for. ”It almost made me laugh because I had said the same thing to unsuspecting females on more than one occasion.Let me quickly recap the scenario.I had just engaged in a four hour fuck-fest with a nympho teenager, a depraved imp of the feminine persuasion, and the teenager’s older sister who was perfectly formed below the waist line but had an unfortunate hump-back that made her vertical figure less than appealing. Once she was in the horizontal, all was in order and she was a “humper” of unique. I’ll call her Cindy. She was with a friend, another very good looking young woman that I’ll call Joyce. Cindy was obviously there to dance, and obviously loved dancing. She was on the dance floor as much as she could manage, always smiling her dimpled smile and always seeming to have a great time. She was looking good! Cute with short brown hair, and those dimples when she smiled, which was most of the time. She also had a good figure with good sized tits, a full ass and thighs that looked good. Trouble was, now that he’d found her again, there was no way in hell he wanted to lose her, even if he was taking a risk just by being with her, never mind tying her up and giving her the good hard fucking she was begging for.Since he’d locked up her office after he’d left her, he had to use his pass key to get back inside. And the narrowed eyed look she was giving him made him laugh when he strode back up to her still spread out naked across her desk, just the way he’d left her, looking so.