They had arrived early, stopping overnight in another abandoned house away from the ritzy Peterson neighborhood and slipping in during the predawn dar...ness. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, and while it was still dim there was enough light to identify shapes and motion in the gloom. He'd sent Greg and Alice ahead only to find the single lookout asleep at the community guard house, so it didn't take long to dispose of him. The bound and gagged man was now waiting locked up in the. He held me there until I finished swallowing him, then just as abruptly, he slipped from my mouth, zipped up his pants, and left as the man to my left turned my head toward him and took his place in my mouth.I still had him in my hand, pumping his shaft as the head was just inside my lips, resting on my tongue. Another hand was groping my right breast, squeezing and pushing it up. I could hear the man in my mouth, his labored breathing and grunting sounds, as I felt his cum trickle onto my. " I'll have you know that I am a very undemanding hero. She gets upset if I don't play the part." What part?" Cassandrian men are somewhat passive, I guess, so the women like it if you take charge of the situation. And this place is supposed to be like the world's most expensive hotel as a reward for both hero and damsel risking their lives, but since you can't go and get the things you want, you have to ask for them. The caretaker is the hotel's waitress, bell hop, towel girl, shop girl,. .Do mail me..One day a distant aunt came to our house. She had some problem with her children and wanted to stay with us for some time. She had lost her husband at a young age and was alone with her youngest daughter.This was during the Christmas vacation. Naturally I was asked to vacate my room for her, which at first irritated me. At this she said, “Kutta, you share the room with me and I will tell you some interesting stories.” At this I agreed half-heartedly.That night, after dinner I went.