He suffocated me at one point to the point I almost passed out, and I let him do it. They slapped me awake. They forced every type of bodily fluid out...of me from snot, to tears, to piss and laughed as I lapped them up off their disgusting floor.I don’t want you to think I was stoic during all of this. I’ve tried to keep a straight face for this event. I’ve been double fisted by my sister in public. I am still not used to the deep sense of humiliation that runs down my spine when people watch me. Krishna gave a short moan and i could clearly hear it. I saw in her eyes and she gave me a wicked smile and i could see the lust in her eyes. Oh! Her eyes were so big. Glittering, shining and ready to see a cock.I opened the door of my apartment and straightaway ran towards the bedroom. All the furnishing and moving was complete so we had a proper bed.I threw her on the bed and attacked her like a hound. We started kissing like crazy. I bit her upper lip and she was bitting my lower lip.. It was a pathetic attempt to conserve as much body heat as possible. They were all shivering from the cold air that breezed through the drafty room. They were held in little cells, nicknamed kennels, that were just big for the women to curl into a fetal position to sleep or to sit upright. The concrete floor would have sucked the heat right out of them except it had been covered with a thin layer of straw. The straw irritated the skin causing little prickles of red to ruin what were flawless. I soaked in the bath until the water started to get cold and then looked at the clock. At last it was time to get ready. I dressed carefully. The dress I chose was suitable for an Indian restaurant. I couldn’t go dressed as if we were going to the Ritz. It was a simple black number with a square neck, tight waist and buttons from neckline to waist. I don’t wear silk stockings too often, they are too expensive and damage easily but, well, I wanted to so I did. The new suspender belt looked.