So feedbacks are welcomed. .this story is slow but a real one.I am studying in Jodhpur & live in a hired room. I have many girl frnds but they are onl... frnds you all can understand guys what I want to say. Soon as I came to that room I saw that the daughter of my landlord always keeps eyes on me .I was very surprised & eager to know that what she wants from me. Soon her staring turned into smile. Whenever we see each other we share smile. Her name was rimpy.She is fair in color, well shaped,. She begged them to fuck her. She promised to do anything and everything. She offered to do every vile thing she could think of if they would just stop hurting her.One of them smiled sympathetically and happily replied, "Sweetheart, you're going to do those things, too."Eventually they put away the whips and the wand. But they weren't through torturing her. One of the men put the nipple clamps back on, tightening them down until she screamed. Then they placed a large bag of wooden clothes pins. "Oh my love, I had never tasted semen before. It is delicious" my mother's own words.After swallowing my baby making seed and licking my cock clean, she commented aloud about the virility of youth, because having just shot a huge load my cock still remained as hard as steelMother then adducing tiredness took up a position in the bed lying on her back and told me to straddle her above her mouth and head. I did, and in a flash she was between my outstretched legs and had nine-inches of hot cock. Where do immigrants go?”He pointed at one of the ceiling signs. “Well, you need to go pick up your luggage first. Then, take them to Customs and Immigration. They will let you stay with them if you want. Oh, and welcome to America!”“Thank you. It’s good to be back home!”I knew that. Every time I came back from India I had to pick up my luggage and let the Customs people paw through my clothes. And equipment. And souvenirs. Off to one side of the Customs area there was a similar area for.