It meant trouble, meant that she might get forced into a very disturbing position to fight against her will. She gave up on her arm and ran her good h...and through her hair, she started up to her room, feeling a bit dizzy. ‘Maran, who was it?’ It was her mother. Maran hid her arm behind her back and tried to stop a small trickle of blood from pooling onto the carpet. ‘Prank kid, don’t know,’ she lied. When Joan entered the room to face her, Maran hid behind a passive face and a darkened foyer.. "Damn it Udit. I thought you Indians were supposed to be all stoic," she gasped out while laughing."I'm sorry Martha but I couldn't help it," Udit chuckled. "I've been getting him since he was a boy but I've got to admit. You are a master." He raised his coffee cup in salute to his hostess."Thank you sir," Martha replied with a smile and nodding in acceptance of the homage and saluted with her own cup of coffee."If you two are through having your fun..." BB grumped.Martha laid a hand on his arm. ‘Ohhhhhhh Jack I’m cummmmmmminnggggg……ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’ I came harder than I ever had and Jack lapped at my juices like a starving man. ‘Mmmmmmm Katie your pussy is sooo sweet. I could spend forever with my head buried between your lucious thighs. But,’ he said bringing his face up to mine, ‘ right now I want to make love to you. I want to know what it feels like to bury my cock deep inside you.’ With that, he picked me up from the couch and carried me in his arms to my bedroom. Pulling the. “You got it, man,” he said.I watched the other early arrivals beginning to get into the scene as I sipped my Smirnoff blue label and nibbled on the pretzels my favorite drink master kept in front of me.My favorite partner in misery came in about mid-second drink. I waved her over. “You look good Marianne,” I said. “I mean for someone who knows from experience how absolutely miserable I am.”We’d talked a lot over the months since my divorce from Stacey. She acted as kind of an emotional anchor.