Azhar’s dad was rich and he owned a flat near our college. I went there to talk to him and we chatted for a like 10 minutes. And then we heard and k...nock and it was Zayn.I asked Zayn why he told Azhar that we were not dating. And Zayn asked, “Dating? Do you think we were dating? Bullshit, you are my fuck toy, Veda”. I was like, Shut up, baby!Zayn again started abusing, “Bro, you don’t know the kind of shit she is. Don’t bother pursuing her, just pull your cock out”.Azhar got furious and told him. My hips vibrate causing her entire body to react, gyrating and bouncing. The squeaky bed sounds like it will break at any moment.I pound her harder and harder, her mouth hangs open like an opera singer, her pupils roll around like a magic 8 ball. She pumps out syncopated "ah's" as our hips smack repeatedly. I muster up some extra speed and fuck her so hard she cums twice at the same time. Her arms jerk around nearly breaking the ropes and bed posts. It is so violent we almost collide our. We found that a lot of clubs for the younger crowd were only open on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights.We finally found one that was open and they were a modern country and light rock style club; a cross between old and new music. We found a table near the back.I ordered a Bud in a bottle with the top still on and a frosted mug. Mark ordered a Miller Lite and paid the tab. We sipped the beer until both bottles were empty and watched the dance floor. They played about four different songs while. Anyway, what goes in, must come out. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom. "Okay," I think, "there's gotta be more than one on this plane." So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't look any better.I finally go to the business class section. You'll notice it right away: Different carpet, different seats, broader aisles and somehow quieter. I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess.