Paseena sa wo un ka sath chepki hoe the …….mera lun ik dum khara ho gaya magar marta kia na karta ….bus dekhta raha….aur wo in sab se bekhabar...apna kam karte rahe…………Abb tu ya mera roz ka mamool ban gaya…….phir ik din hemat kar ka ik plan banaya jab wo aye mera room main tu main na TV pa english ki ik channel laga deya……..wahan bara bara maammooo wali mote aurat nach rahe the….wo sharma ka karma sa jan lage tu main na ussay kaha manisha (Servant Name) kia hoa…..wo boli sab ji main bad main kar. His turn to be on “sheets” had come up.“What do I do?” he asked nervously.“Just go up to the second floor and find the hubby that’s on duty now. He’ll fill you in.”A few minutes later Bruce found himself ascending the stairs to the second floor, where it was quiet and very dimly lit. At the end of the hall, in the shadows, he saw a figure sitting on a small stool. As he got closer he could see the “Black-Cuckolded” pendant hanging around the man’s neck.“You my replacement?” – he asked.“I guess. Struggling for a moment, he inexpertly fashioned the straps of his new leather boots into knots and shrugged on his fur overcoat, and moved quietly across the sleepy room to the door. He walked out into the early morning bustle of the Hai Mahlner village and drank in the scenery for the first time in daylight. His breath frosting in the air as he strolled the grounds, residents greeted him with a warm manner contrasting their climate. Hearty, bearded men and cheerful, plump women smiled and. I tried to appear cool and went to the bathroom, leaving the door open. I suppose I was hoping he’d come in too. The shower cubicle was set aside from the bath and had a clear glass door. You know those fluttering nerves of sexual excitement. Well I had them big time. What if he did come into the bathroom? What if he thinks I’m just really gay? What if instead he offers to step into the cubicle? So despite everything he had said about not being worried about being naked, I wanted my hard on to.