Seeing you with Julie has made me really horny!"We both took our dressing gowns off again, and Sian removed her nightshirt and panties. She positioned...herself on the mattress and towels, and I got her to put a pillow under her hips to give me the best access. There was nothing at all romantic about the process, but by allowing the other two to have me, she had missed out on sex that day, and I wanted her to really enjoy what the other two had experienced.She was soaking wet already - no. After the introduction, I got a place next to her. So whenever I needed to go out, I needed to go across her. She was looking at me periodically and smiling. So I took the liberty to talk to her as she’s also from Hyderabad.Me: HiSwetha: HiMe: So you from Hyderabad?Sw: Yes, I’m happy that I have at least one person to speak in Telugu.Me: Same here.Sw: So, where do you stay in Pune?Me: Near the office, in some gated community.Sw: Oh great. Are there any flats in your society? As I’m thinking to. As he firmly held my head in place, he gyrated his hips, thrusting his hard, manly cock deep into my mouth. He thrusted again this time harder and deeper. He kept doing this, thrusting his huge cock deeper and deeper down my warm mouth, until it filled my mouth and throat completely. I choked on it. I coughed and gagged but there was nothing I could do. He wouldn't let me move my head. I just had to sit there and take it. His thrusts got harder, more violent. I choked a little on every thrust. Yes, the workers had a doctor and a crudehospital of sorts but this was 1898, and by our standards the best care in a hospital in London was poor so it’s easy to imagine what the medical care was like in the Tsavo back then. Then add in the medicine we take for granted today, and a simple scratch could get infected and kill a worker in a few days. And the high mortality rate, three a day and sometimes more, meant there were bodies to dispose of, which presented a problem. The Indian workers.