Then suddenly someone grabs both of my arms and puts a bag over my head. I scream. He throws me with on my bed. And told me to stay quiet or he would ...it me. I stopped screaming. I can hear men talking and laughing. If I have to guess it is 10 or more guys. They ripped a hole in the bag where my mouth is. They put me down on my knees. I was scared. They told me to do whatever they said or they will hurt me. A cock poked through the bag and f***ed me to suck on that hard cock. At first I. .Oh my, it was even hotter inside his house. He apologized to me and said that we could play some pool if I wanted, but he said while grinning that the only air he had was in his bedroom and we could play cards there if I wanted. I opted for cards it was too hot. He still had that sexy grin and laugh. It was really good to see him, we sat at the small table and talked a bit, then started playing some poker while continuing our chatter. We were just a foot or so from his bed so of course my mind. Let me say in hindi now ek din subha aunty kapre sukane chatt par aayi main vah betha tha kafi upset lag rahi thi mjhe dhke boli yaha kya kar rahe ho maine bola kuch ni aisi zara timpass fir hum baat karne lage bohot der tak hum baat kar rahe the unko bohot acha laga bohot hasya maine Fir hum donno apne ghar chale gaye fir kuch din baad aisi kabhi na kabhi milte upar aur apne bre me boli main uske boobs ko dhkta vo mjhe bohot bar dhki aise ek din hm donno phone chat kar rahe the ek dusre ke. The one behind her, the one who'd been wearing the Prince Charles rubber mask, wrapped his arms tighter around her chest, pinning her arms to her side."Make as much noise as you like, little lady, no-one will hear you!" he said, in a pleasant educated accent, and laughed.The one in front of her was laughing too, as he tugged at the waist band of her tweed skirt with enough force to rip out the fastener."She's no lady," he chortled, his voice muted by the grinning Richard Nixon mask which.