The thing is that this owner was Rajesh and he religiously woke up at the same time every morning to invest an hour on exercises and some occasional y...ga amidst the loud music as it infused passion and vigor into his workout.He wasn’t the muscular or bulky type; rather he was more slim and lean which had deep cuts and prominent muscle definition. Moreover, he was a simple college-going adult and famously got along with members of the opposite sex.In spite of his frankness and friendliness, he. "Tell me, has anyone ever fucked it before? How many times?" Yes... lots of times."The man laughed. "Lots of times? So I take it that a lot of Syndicate men have fucked you in the ass?"I gulped. "Yes, Master." Good then. They have gotten you prepared for me." His finger kept prodding, simply teasing my anus. This was really hot because not only the physical pleasure was great, but the mental part... I didn't even know this man! Yet he was poking at my ass, while I was bending over, totally nude. The other three 'uncles' were already waiting outside in their tiny car.Uncle Abe and Bob stretched to their full six foot, oiled muscles rippling under tight vests – big black cocks threatening to leap out of their trousers and nail Jenny on the sidewalk.Uncle Colin was white, but equally well hung – he carried the two girls – one under each arm – screaming and kicking through the front door and flung them down on the sofa.Uncles Abe and Bob assembled the fucking-stools, while I put the beer. I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gurls could dress and be themselves, discreetly and safely, otherwise it was a gay venue.At the end of the night, there was a party in one room, which I went to along with Michelle, a girl that I had real affection for and had seen regularly over an extended period. She bumped into another TV called Marion, who was a little shorter than Michelle but.