They comment about me when I masturbate which I like. and after sometime am about to cum. I think by seeing my reaction Ramesh take a glass And ask me...to cum on it finally I cum fully into the glass then they ask me to wash the cock and come.I lose my mood also as they made me to masturbate as I expect a blow job. Then I returned to the hall after cleaning and sit in middle of them as they said. Then they show me the glass that I cum and ask me to drink that I am shocked and said I don’t like. It was an unknown force, a draw and a pull into a raw, dark feeling. You couldn't emotionalize it because of it's anonymity. No, it was something that had to be experienced and expressed in another form. Something that you felt was clawing at your tender, pale skin with an unbearable itch that just had to be scratched.Alexis absently brushed her chestnut wet hair off her face as she strolled down the brick city sidewalk. She randomly looked around, for what she didn't know. She didn't know why. My nose was smelling the musky scent of his pubic hair. He then pulled back some but only until he felt his cock head pop back out of my throat. He then rammed his cock back down causing his balls to swing and hit my chin. He continued to throat fuck me for several more strokes, then pulled his cock out of my mouth.Jason still had his left hand on the back of my head and he used his right hand to cup his ball sack and push it to my lips and said suck my balls. I opened my mouth wide and took. "Not a very good score line." thought Katie! And those five weeks - they probably counted for twenty points. Revised score 23 - 1. And the horror of her pony girl torture probably counted as five - maybe ten - maybe another twenty! Not good!"Let's face it old girl, you're not doing very well, are you?"Katie sighed and absentmindedly scratched at an itch, thus reminding herself of the worst photo of all. She had been tempted to have that one framed and displayed prominently on her sitting room.