None of this was helping my erection stay undercover. Finally thetorture was over and Becky declared, "Right, over to the styling stationwith you. And...remember what I told you about sitting down in a dress."I slowly walked over to the styling station and Becky cleverly steeredme away from being able to catch my reflection in any of the mirrors inthe salon. I sat down, carefully smoothing the back of the dress withboth hands before I did so."Well done, sweetie," Becky declared before unwrapping. He threw me on the futon, turned my limp body doggy style and came behind. He lubricated his cock, my ass, and soon had his thick cock penetrating my ass. I asked Paul to get in front of me so I could suck his cock. I needed more fucking and it was time Paul earned my pussy. Alan was slapping my ass, calling me names as I sucked Paul. Paul was getting hard in my mouth watching all the action. I asked Alan to fuck my pussy and cum in it. Alan and I knew the rhythm that allowed not only for him. Her hands were on my checks.She managed to go deeper.She was giving more and juicier saliva of her divine mouth.Wow, she was so tasty.Her divine saliva was tasty.I then started sucking her tongue.Mumhh muhh all kind of sounds were all around the kitchen.Shruti started sucking my tongue.Wow, the sex queen was sucking my tongue I was in heaven.This made my dick precum and that precum droplets fell on Shruti Hassan’s thighs.She came to know about it.Shruti used her index finger and pick it up and. " She giggled, whichseemed disrespectful, considering my difficult position, but I didn't sayanything. I really did feel like I was at her mercy. At that moment,while I was at my weakest, she hopped out of bed, stretched -- which madeher beautiful breasts strain against the filmy lingerie, and said, "Wealso have to discuss a change in your wardrobe." There was nodiscussion. She simply said, "I can't see you in boxers or even jockeyshorts with how little you have between your legs....