“Which would make you more comfortable?” Alfred asks.Barbara rolls her eyes and holds it up to look. At least Alfred has some taste. He kept this ...one the same as Barbara’s own design: a gray suit with blue boots and gloves. The bat is simple and yellow.She scowls. “Did you, uh, fix it?”“Yes, Ms. Gordon. It’s specially reinforced.”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge between her legs isn’t very visible in the jeans that she wears, but in costume it’s another matter. Ivy had been the one to. Now, I realized Ruchika was a vocal love maker. She loved to speak, sometimes even scream in English as well as Punjabi in between using words like Chooso, Chodo, maaza do mujhe, tumhe pata hai mujhe kya chahiye…bahut maaza aa raha hai….choos mujhe Sid…., also ‘Yes, that’s greaaaattt….. I love the expert way you are treating my pussy….. I am in heaven!!! Yes, come on give it to me faster & deeper, yes… Now… suck my cunt… suck my cherry’ and I obliged. That’s the duty of us men when we are in. ‘Do you know him’ one inquires, ‘No,’ I replied, ‘He was there when I arrived, I think he thought we were going to fuck, before you guys came’ I studied their faces as I said it, paying particular emphasis on the work Fuck, it appeared to shock them and I was happy, I was in control and leading the conversation in the direction I wanted. I raised the beer can to my lips, straightening my back so my breasts could jutt out more, and as I swallowed I let my thighs open wider to expose my vagina to. Oh, and would I be the entertainment? Sounded like fun so I said yes and agreed to arrive about an hour after the other guests to ensure they were all there and relaxed.I turned up at their door and was invited in by the husband, Pete. He led me to the kitchen which was empty of people though there was chat and laughter coming from their siting room/diner.“Now you’re here”, Pete said. “Do you mind being the submissive for us”?Butterflies began to form in my stomach as my heart began to race..