”Blowing lemonade and snot out of my nose, I finally got the word “Bitch!” out. I snatched up a napkin right before she snatched me up by my hai...r. “Mother f...” I started, being led around the bench seat I was sitting on.“Get your dishes and put them up.” she instructed, pushing me towards the table while letting go of my hair.“This is guard brutality!” I protested, but got my plate and cup anyway.I took it over to the counter and asked the one guard left in the place, “Did you see that. It was heavily raining ( People staying in Mumbai will understand the meaning of heavy rain). I requested to come at my home since it was very near. Her home was very far from that place. Again after lot of requests she agreed and I was in 7th sky. I knew that nobody was at home since my wife has gone to her mother’s place and my mother went to native to attend some religious function. I took her to my home and asked to sit and change her clothes. She said that she is ok and don’t want to. ”“Ek minute Sharma-ji. Aap mujh par mootiye, aur mujhe aur mere baalon ko saaf kariye. Bittu ko to do minute mein jhare doongi.”(She said that’s when she got the first taste of piss. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue in my piss hole as I ran my fingers through her hair. She was a typical dirty little neighborhood whore. And now, at 45 years old, she is my little sweet cunt.)Maya wanted to finish Bittu and taste both cum and piss, and get back to school. She stuck her face under Bittu’s. Sandeep pulled himself closer to me. His penis now started touching my vaginal entrance. He continued his massaging of my vagina with his fingers. I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Sandeep looked at My husband Prem. He told him to go ahead. I realized what My husband Prem had asked him to do and though I was extremely excited and my vagina was pouring out my juices, yet, I looked at My husband Prem, helplessly from the bed. He patted my cheeks and told me that it was OK. I did.