My four women were very faithful to me and to one another. Three were married, with Charlene being the only single woman, and me being divorced.The ne...xt few days seemed to settle down some. Possibly the other group of five just made us look like prudes. During dinner each night we listened to them tell us how many strange men had fucked them, gangbanged them, or how many cocks they had sucked. They had all slid down the food chain to the level of a gutter whore. We wondered if we had anything. I was broken out of my thoughts by a chuckle from ‘MightyMach’. “Man, you really need to learn how to talk. It’s quite essential to the gathering we are going to, you know?”I just gave a non-committal shrug in response. He took the hint and just shook his head before leading the way to our destination.In quiet contrast to my demeanour, I was looking forward to the event I was going to be a part of in short order. I had a feeling that the upcoming event would be a big factor in the future,. As we make connections, we will share them with you. At the time of the break-in we had no hint or proof that Morris Caffee was involved and we knew that Selma was as shocked as we were to find out the apartment key was missing." I explained."I'm sorry, I keep forgetting that neither of you know the contents of these boxes." stated DA Harris, "Please let us continue!"Jerri suggested, "I think we should do it like yesterday. I read a page then pass it to Bob, who passes it to Maurice. We make. During our chatting, Manish also cracked some Non veg jokes. The vodka, the presence of a 26 year old 6ft tall handsome guy beside me, his command over his speech, his jokes and days without sex, all started to have some effect on me. I started to feel some tingling within my body and moistness between my legs.I finished my drink and was about to get up but Manish offered to take the glass. He finished his drink and got up to place the glasses on the table. He came back with the water bottle.