Thank goodness I’m wearing my good underwear, she thought. He didn’t remove her panties, but rubbed her mound through the black material. If she w...sn’t wet before, she certainly was now. For such a young man, Gregg knew exactly what he was doing. They kissed passionately for several minutes, their pelvises grinding against each other. She wanted him desperately and she pushed her fingers through his luscious hair. She did not care about the time or about getting caught by her boss or a. But destiny had something else for me. She caught me staring her and instead of making a disgusted face she smiled. I thought she was being just friendly so I smiled back but what happened after that came as a shocker. She lip signed to me asking for my number. Obviously, she did not want others to know what’s going on. So, I typed my no. on my phone and held it in my hand so that she could see it and remained casual. Within a few minutes, my WhatsApp showed a message with the name Shreya. This. The question of how the tattoos were to be made became very clear. This was the jungle, not some high-tech parlor in our cities. Very sharp needles of different sizes were tapped into the skin with a small hammer, pushing the ink into the skin. The skill and technique used by the man was remarkable. It was also quite erotic. There was some stinging as the points were pushed in, but the handling of my breast and nipple by this man in the meantime was … erotic. I suspected that it was part of his. My ass was soon as full as my cunt. As more men arrived to fuck me - the sloppier my holes were and the less satisfaction they got. My mouth was finishing them off as were my hands and some even finished themselves off shooting their loads into my mouth or on my tits. What a night - I guess the website was popular!!!I woke still on the bench - naked with cum pouring from my cunt and ass and coating my face and body.Two police officers were standing over me. I wondered if fucking any man who.