I sat on a large chair in the living room and started a blow job. Marcos wished to fuck my mouth, so grabbed my head and pushed for the rod to get in ...ore deeply. I was choking having difficulties to deep throat the massive penis, but I was resolved not to suspend this show. To overcome the whole penis, even the balls –pretty impossible- I kept trying to engulf it. He moaned as he sent the first thick spurt filled my mouth. With my head held still, I had no choice but to drink down his hot cum. I was trembling in fear. One of the guys came out and asked me to get in. I didn’t react. He pulled me in and locked the door. I was in a state of shock and didn’t know how to react. He pulled my saree and made me semi naked. I was in my blouse and petticoat.Before I could react they took pictures of me. I started shouting for help. They closed my mouth and made me sit on my berth. They showed the pics of me semi naked and said they would upload them onto internet if I didn’t do whatever they. The smell was much stronger now. She smelt different but not bad at all.This made me smile more because Karen was the same way. Karen didn't have the black hairs Kim had and it wasn't as heavy and they reminded me of a man with a beard in a funny sort of way. Kim stepped out of her panties and I stood up. At least she had her top off."Turn around, Kim." Kim made me smile even more because she had goo-goo eyes through her glasses. Kim had her hearing aids on and she had to hear me but she was. He makes no demands, his will is too weak to even beg more of her in times of passion. He's the perfect boyfriend. She's never been happier.And that is why she nearly drops her grocery bags in shock when, returning home from work, she hears the message he had left on her machine just minutes before. "Uhh, hi...Amanda? It's me." His voice wavers, "I've been thinking, y'know, about you and me...and, well, we have to talk. We're...really different people and, uh...well, just give me a call when.