Than the next guy. Than thenext. More splat on my face. More cum in my throat. More agony in my ass. Ilose track of reality, and, in the hase of pain ...nd humiliation, justbecome a piece of suffering meat. Then, the huge invader withdraws and Ifeel the movement of the cool air inside my ass. The last splash of cum inmy eyes, than my bonds are cut and I collapse into the pool of cum onplastic sheets covering the floor. Through the haze of cum I see naked mangathering around me (I am the only one. So, let’s begin with this new, true story that happened on Valentine’s Day, 2020. I had just woken up when I received an email from a young couple from Mumbai who was interested in a massage.The husband said that he wanted to keep it discreet until we reached the resort and then he would introduce me to his wife as an old colleague.Yogesh (name changed) informed me that he can’t promise whether his wife will agree to the massage but said he wants to give it a try. I was a little hesitant at. My girl damn near pulled a full load of cum from me at the wrong time of month as we imagined the neighbors watching us fuck. It was a bit of a letdown when I later discovered that they had gone out to dinner that night, but she just winked and said, “Next time, buster!” -- A couple of weeks later, we invited our neighbors, Bill and Shirley, over for a cookout by the pool. Bill manages a local latin dance studio, and does a little part-time business detailing antique cars on the side. He. ’ Andrew grinned. Calli giggled, ‘Yes, Roger was a bit of a wimp, he never really understood me. He was really mother’s choice for me not mine.’ ‘So tell me a bit more about this ‘do’ of yours so I know what I’ll be walking in to.’ ‘Well there will be prominent locals there, as well as some of my family and of course the ‘commoners’ as Mum jokingly calls them. Dad holds the party after harvest so the locals can get together and have a bit of a fun time after their hard work.’ ‘Oh good, so I.