.. Then I felt some more men gathering around me; running their hands all over my naked body. Some long fingers were dipped into my cunt… my drippin... wet cunt…I felt hard cocks brushing against my thighs and buttocks. I reached out, feeling for them, grasping, taking hold and stroking the biggest ones. I felt like I was in heat and aroused…Somebody picked me up and took me upstairs. We entered a room and I could see several man coming behind us. They made me lay on a king sized bed. I sensed a. She took me down the shower and washed me thoroughly. The water made her sari wet and more transparent. All her body was visible as if she was naked. I was too much exited by now. While washing me under the shower she was rubbing her body with mine like anything and in this process my manhood was rubbing her womanhood part. She continued like that for some time say three – four minutes and suddenly held me tight. My erected tool was straight on her hole between her thighs. She was holding it. They were different to the usual graphic close-ups I’d gotten used to seeing on this site. One picture was a close-up of her legs, kneeling on a bed wearing stockings, suspenders and heels. In another photo, she was handcuffed to a banister, blindfolded while he held a glass of champagne to her lips. Still another picture showed her stocking clad legs bound with red rope. If I’d been actively looking on this site, they would have exactly what I’d have been looking for.“More than tempted…” I. Sitting next to me, I could see his trousers were soaked too and suggested that he take them off to dry. He argued a little but eventually agreed and I brought him a big towel to wrap around his waist. I made a point of not looking at him undressing but did catch sight of him in the mirror - no undies.... mmmm and a fat little uncut cock.... very nice!Sitting at my side we got chatting. As he relaxed I noticed that the towel was slipping to one side and that plump little cock was firming up..