. That BPO was in Gurgaon.After 2 days I went there and I met a girl who was also a fresher like me in the BPO field. We started talking and I got to ...know that her name is Nangmei and I also got to know that she lives at the difference of 4-5 kilometres from my place.. Luckily we both were in the same cab route. So we became good friends. We exchanged our numbers and we got more close to each other as we were in the same training batch.. But after some days our batch got changed and we both. Ana’s body was sweating and her hair was now a fully mess; then I knew they had been fucking for hours.She was moving back and forth onto his hard dick; making Matt grunt in pleasure. My wife was just moaning softly as she rode up.I watched them, feeling my own arousal. My dick stared to give me a painful erection inside my trousers…All of a sudden Anita sensed that Matt was ready to blow his load. She moved her hips back toward his knees and his cock popped out of her. It immediately started. It's my understanding that because of the difference in the way men and women's brains are wired voyeurism is primarily a male pastime.My eyes were drawn to the alcoves as I passed through the club on the way to the office. Two of them are lit up and occupied. Two more women, both young and attractive, are entertaining the men in the club by changing clothes in the large, brightly lit alcoves projecting out into the club at about chest level.Some of the men are seated close enough to the glass. However, if you were lucky enough to get invited, you were most likely going to end up sucking some damn dick and or get sucked. Did I mention it was really hard to say no to that crazy woman? Sharon simply reveled in that sense of accomplishment... getting normally very straight alpha type professional guys on their knees and “crossing that bisexual line.” I was invited but never went. My Bi days occurred a few years later. Why did I pass it up?... Sharon was fucking scary!My take on the club.