The one that kept coming back was “Dude, what the hell are you doing”, but there were also ones like “Hmm I better go slow before I cum too earl...” and “Are you kidding me? You’re never gonna be able to cum”. I alternated between nearly shooting my load inside her and jumping out the window out of pure shame. I did manage to keep myself alive, though. At some point, “What the hell!” changed into “Oh, what the hell”. I couln’t be grossed out by myself any more anyway, so I thought: might as well. Surely enough, after he wasfinished talking, the slave's struggles died down, but her panting remained. A wicked grin crossing her pretty face, Jasmine stuck the end of the rod againsther tit once more, pressing the button again. The helpless slave squeal andthrashed again, suffering the electrical current through her tasty love-moundas the board members looked on with a smile, plenty of stiffening dicks beginningto make their presence felt to their owners. 10 seconds after she started, Jasmine. Uncle was supposed to give the money to them but he was out of town and wouldn’t return till Tuesday so he asked laxmi aunty to go to the construction site to pay . She rang our bell , as it was weekend my parents had gone to village and would return on Monday and i was alone at house , so i opened the door . She enquired about mom and i told her that she is not at home . She then asked if i can drop her to the site , as i was doing nothing i said ok . Then we started on my bike . I dont talk. Julia gave them a polite refusal, but they pushed the boundaries of respectful conversation and I stepped in to keep things moving and they turned on me like wild dogs. They gave me a mouthful of crude expletives and described what would happen if "Gay Boy" interferred with their holiday again.Derek chose that moment to walk in on the scene and one look at him shut them up but by the looks they gave me as they headed to their cabin left me in no doubt that there was trouble brewing sometime.