Now though, it was time to work.The room was small, subdued lighting. Intimate. There were two other girls there. John’s girls. Girls who were just ...doing John a favour, entertaining his friends. Paula smiled to herself, perhaps they should talk to Lorraine! Bjorn, Hans and Pieter, were there, the forth she didn’t know. The other two girls were dressed as both she and Lorraine were, in little black dresses. The older of the two, who she would learn was called Imogen had a Betty Jackson dress on.. I was born and bought up in the city of Bhubaneswar, graduated and entered into family business.Being in a big city, I was exposed to sex during college days. My friends used to share porn magazines and erotic sex stories. On the other hand, my wife comes from a remote village of Orissa close to Bartoli. She is a bit reserved, she has studied till 12th standard and is very traditional. She has never disobeyed me or argues with me. Ours is an arranged marriage, we got married 8 years ago and. The sound of a belt buckle and zipper coming undone. Accompanied by a harsh whisper in my ear that says "I'm about to fuck the shit out of your tight pussy." Now that can get a gal going! A little movement here, a little gasp of pleasure there and boom! That cock I've craved all night is now starting to hit my cervix over and over again. The thrusts of you fucking me is rocking my whole body.At this point, my brain shuts off. All focus goes to that wicked place of pleasure. Lust has taken over. Even so I worked on reconciling the books with the company's bank statement. I worked on making sure every entry on one was supported by an entry on the other. The company's books were in order, so I went to play on the computer then I went to bed.I didn't care how much shit I had to do. When the day began at 5 AM I rolled the trike out. I took off pedaling till I got to the road, then I turned on the motor and pedaled along where it was possible. It took me forty five minutes to get to the.