Sonia – I should tell you that I am having an affair with that guy.Me – Sonia aunty, but does Ashok uncle or Kabir know about it?Sonia – No Raj,... and I hope you too don’t tell them. I don’t want to hurt themMe – So, you love that guy more?Sonia – It is not about love. It is about my needs. Your uncle is not sexually active now.Me – Oh, aunty, I think it’s going way ahead. I should leave.Sonia – No Raj, I know I can share my things with you.Me – Yes, aunty, you can trust me.From that day, aunty. I refuse to believe anyone thinks the sex on the beach joke--which I hear 4 times a shift, minimum--is that funny).The night went on like that. Lots of shots, lots of drinks. Strippers were hanging off the table, two even three at a time, cuddling up to arms and wiggling in laps. They seemed to take particular delight in toying with me ... slyly groping beneath my panties or lifting my skirt as I took orders, patting my ass, even snapping my bra and once even honking (yes, honking) my. ”. Then we went down to the parking and I told her not to take her vehicle as we need to come back and I started pulling my bike from the parking and we went for our lunch at a distant located la pizzario. As it was afternoon time not much customers were there. I offered her a seat at the corner table and I sat opposite to her on the table and we ordered the pizza and were waiting for the pizza to come. At that time she said in her lovely soft voice “You really impressed me by your score, now. Although he doesn’t seem involved in what I’m doing to him, his dick never falters, it remains as stiff as any cock can be and the pre-cum never stops oozing from the slit.Being “straight” is all important to him. He’s tied up with that image and can’t think his way past it. He pretends to ignore what I’m doing, but his burning ass quivers and opens for my tongue. His cock shouldn’t rise for me, but it’s hard before he even drops his jeans. He must think that if he moves too much, it means he’s.