I said, laughing. (meaning, we were just girls and friends moreover.) And in some time, the rain drops started falling on us, inside the bus. But just...one by one, here and there. And when one drop fell on Shalu’s hand (on her wrist), instead of wiping it, she took her hand near her mouth and gave a quick sip of the rain drop. Just playfully.And I was like, “Hey why do you want to take in that ‘one drop’?”“Just summa.. It is a pure drop of water you see”, Shalu said giggling.Then I said, “so. I know that you would want to win and in such a tight seat every vote is important; all we ask is that you fuck or suck" The silence was profound, no man knew what she was thinking, all waited for either a positive or negative reply; all hoped for a positive reaction or otherwise they could all be 'hung out to dry' and the club that they had all contributed to, would be finished.The suggestion vibrated through every cell of her being. It had been suggested that she fight the election from. Every once in a while I would feel and taste thick paste oozefrom the dildo gag, and I would eagerly suck at it. At first I hadthought that my cock exposed would be just for torment or torture, but Imostly just felt the embarrassing sensation of a catheter connected, bywhich I would relieve myself. My bowels were cleaned for me with asudden, shocking flow of warm water in through the plug that would fill meand flush out, three times in succession. I think it happened once a day.I couldn't. They were wide with expectation. The world had stopped breathing altogether. I hesitantly stuck out my tongue and licked the head lightly. At once, his whole body racked with intense electricity that added to the healthy pulse of heat that came from his dick. “Tell me if I’m any good.” I commanded, and then accepted his rigid cock properly into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head, cumulating spit, and let it dribble all the way down his shaft, licking down.