" Damage reports by stations" Clare ordered "Any priority damage? No. Good. Other Damage?"Still silence."Status reports" Clare continued.All stations ...eport 'in the green' except Orville who laughingly recorded that Threep had been jarred and his connection orifice had ripped out — for some reason the pair had been in the starboard boat bay. Art was building Threep a new arse."Suits, leave that one till later. So what happened?" Clare demanded.Cedric explained as he examined the inputs,"That's. “Suck it, bitch!” he commanded, “Fuckin' suck it all! Yeah, that's it, whore! Fuck me with that sexy, slutty mouth!!”“Mmmmmmm... hmmmmmmmmm.....,” was her obedient, albeit, muffled reply, seeing as her bulging mouth and throat were crammed full of his ugly, criminal-class cock.After a few minutes of giving him superb oral bliss, she managed to pull her mouth away. She was still stroking both cocks and scrota in her dexterous hands while riding my lucky cock like a really cheap, nasty whore,. It was an old rural village with the nasty huts and comparatively my mom’s house was rich and had a good house. My mom’s house there was a aunt who is my uncle’s wife named Parvathy and resembled typical south Indian woman at age 36 having two melons in front and two in back. Then there was my uncle (farmer who loves his farm than his wife’s pussy) and my grandma of age 56 still those busty boobs drive every male crazy.I had many friends including girls of my age there. My best friend was Raghu. She was due at 7.30 but I suspected she’d be later. By 7.15 I was dressed, stockinged feet but no shoes, and poured myself a glass of red wine. I had achieved all this, but nonetheless time had indeed seemed to drag and it continued to do so, the clock I’d inherited from my dad, ticking as if to mock me. I jumped when the doorbell rang and I hurried to the front door to let her in. You may remember, that the first time I had seen her I was stopped in my tracks. This time, I was merely lost for.