There was a door to this room so I went through it."What is this room?" I asked."The men asked to have a store so they could buy cigarettes, batteries..., magazines and that sort of thing. So after a discussion with the supervisors we decided to put in a full sized gas station so we could keep better track of the fuel used by our men as well as offer retail gas to others in the area." Shannon explained.I nodded as I walked around the room and back into the camp.I walked into the hallway to one of. Every night the thin walls would leak the sounds of sex from almost every room. If there is one thing you should know about bengali women it is that they are very very passionate and they love sex. They love to moan loudly while having sex and their favorite moaning sound is “aaahh uuui maaa more gelam” and ” daao apaaro jore daao” . So these sounds were common in our house every night and sometimes during the day also. Bengali culture is one which is very open about sex. More open than other. I've never been fucked in the ass before," she said as she stroked his cock. "Oh baby, you're gonna love it," he said. They both got up from the bed, Donte helped Fahima clean up the house so all evidence of their sexual tryst was gone. After they were done Donte told her it was best he left. He told her to meet him at his place tomorrow. "Wear your a red hijab, you look good in that. I don't want you wearing anything under your burqa either. No underwear. And bring a spare hijab just in case,". He stopped kissing me and looked me deeply in the eyes and said "Now don't you think you should have helped me cum too sweetie." I was like in a dream as the three of them surrounded me and lead/pushed me to a room at the back end of the hallway. Once inside all three of them were all over me. Pulling my tee shirt off and sucking on my tits. Pulling my pants down and sucking on my cock. One was kissing me, one was sucking on my tits and one was sucking on my cock and playing with my ass. It was.