In total fear I started running away from them. But they were quick. As soon as they caught up with me I started crying. I told them what happened to ...me and begged them to give me a shirt. But they were eying me with hungry eyes. One of them asked me, “ what would you give us for a shirt.” I asked them how much money do they want? The guy replied,” there is a maid who works here. We can get you her saree. But you ll have to change into that saree infront of us.”I was looking at them with a. He grabbed his cock and lowered it to her small pussy hole. He rubbed it up and down each of her pussy lips as if to taunt my wife and I to show how powerless we were to stop him from entering her. Just then he slid the huge, swollen head of his cock down her clit and down her pussy slit until he felt the opening he craved. It was already glistening wet, despite the fact that she had no idea what was about to happen. He then slowly slid the head of his cock inside her. How dare he, how dare he. (Relax, Gentle Reader, we'll get to the redeeming erotic importance. I'm writing as fast as I can.)We walked all the way to her apartment on West End Avenue. Would she ask me upstairs? I thought of the old tricks, like needing to use her bathroom. I even really did need to use a bathroom. There was no awkwardness, however, when we finally said goodnight in front of the doorman.Chapter TwoOur third date was on Saturday night. We didn't make any plans in advance; we were just going to meet at her. If you want to make love with me just ask Meghna, Room No. 203.“Meghna I like to suck on your boobs,” says Zeeshan.“I love to fuck your tight pussy,” says Khan uncle. These are the feedback of a few from many lovers that I do every day. I have been doing this for many years now. I love my life in the slums. I started writing as a hobby. I do that whenever I am not with one of my lovers. I like to write down my experiences as I have them in bed.I live in a small room next to a sewer with my.