She had a tendency to do this from time to time, partly a result of her mild attacks of paranoia and low self-esteem; the good news was that she soon ...came out of it, especially if the other person was funny and could make her laugh. Fortunately, Sandra had that quality, and soon had her chortling away like she was totally pissed (which she wasn’t). Suddenly Sandra, with her head turned away, said, “ Do you fancy coming back to my apartment? I live right over there.” She waved her hand vaguely. Rittu bought the glasses and she was sweating in the kitchen and her saree was draped with sweat and her tight erect nipples were quite visible.Rittu also used to tie the saree below the navel and Ravi was lurking at her great figure.Ravi then started making drinks for me and himself and was constantly lurking at Rittus ripe figure and Rittu went again to the kitchen to make some snacks and now Ravi made more drinks for me and after few drinks, I passed out as I also had drinks in the bar.And. But instead he stood expectantly. "Well?" he asked gruffly.Marsha had hoped he would have forgotten his demands from the other night, but it was not to be."Come in honey," she said as instructed. "Come in and fuck your whore." He smiled and entered, then waited again. She hated herself for saying what followed. "I've been waiting all day to have your cock in me. Please, honey, fuck me. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!" Don't mind if I do," he laughed, giving her one quick slobbery. She smiled at me and kissed my forehead gently.“Thank you for agreeing to this”, she said.I chuckled. “I’m not quite sure what I’ve agreed to yet!”She giggled as well.“Well”, she said in a whisper, “I did promise you EVERY hole. And maybe she can watch.”My semi-flaccid penis twitched again at the thought again.I turned to face the flatmate again.“Are you ok with this?”Her face was flushed with a mix of desire and confusion.“What exactly is ‘thees’?”, she asked.“She say you can watch us if you.