"What? Charlie! I love you!" Kaila gasped out, her eyes wide and pleading."I can't love you either. It's... I can't trust how I feel." Charlotte looke...d at my wife, another tear sliding along her cheek."Oh no... Don't do this to us." Helen shook her head sadly."I CAN'T, Helen. You at least should understand why." Charlotte moved to the small table, sitting down at the seat across from the window. She looked out, her face illuminated in the pale morning light."No. I understand that you've been. I came here expecting to be the aggressor in a world of easy pickings. But I was the victim once again with a cold metal pole left in my ass.“What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing me sulk, “You don’t like it?” and patted my ass, “Come on, you’d do it to me if you could.”I nodded in agreement thinking more so now than ever. But it brought home the reality that whatever my perversions might be, it would not have the same effect on the one receiving them. I comforted myself in believing that her. One female came inside and pushed door shut and bolted it. Before I ask, she said ,“ Kamla kee maa ne bheja hai,”I could not believe that in one hour that lady found a randi and send her to me for full night fun. I switched on main light and pulled down her cover from head and bust. My eyes fell straightway on “sindur ‘ on her top forehead and ‘ mangalsutra ‘ on her neck. She was married and looking decent.She was not beautiful like Madhu or Jyothi but more beautiful than Seima and Kamla.“ Mera. Suddenly both men began grunting very loudly, Osman was about to pump his seed into Mel?s tight gash, as Ahmet was about to do the same to me mouth.Like a pair of common whores myself and my wife, were about to receive the cum of our Turkish friends.My face covered in cum, my throat coated in Turkish spunk, I began to cum myself.Wanking like a man possessed I shot my load into the many layers of the lacy petticoats.No sooner than my eyes opened was I met by the sight of Osman?s still erect.