I knew Mr. Fick was watching me kneeling naked on the floor, a hard cock in each hand, sucking one and then the other in rapid succession. I could not...see him, but I imagined that he had his huge cock out stroking it as he watched me slurp and suck the cocks of these two strange men. Knowing he was there made me feel safe as well as excited. I liked the idea that he was watching me be his whore. Pete’s friend suddenly grabbed my head holding my mouth over his stiff cock just as his cum jetted. She had never had children and so age and gravity were the only forces that she had ever had to contend with. She was fortunate that her breasts still seemed to have the perkiness of youth as the one I was staring at virtually stared right back at me. It didn’t fall to a side and look away. No, it stood firm on her chest, a small but full sentry adorned with a perfectly round and deliciously pink aureole from which a soft nipple waited for its invitation to emerge. I brushed my fingers along. Us per us na yah kah ker k kal main walk time per tumhara intazaar karo gi main jab aglay din ghar k bahir khara ho kar kuch dar intazar kia or phir mujh sa intzar na ho paya or main us k ghar ki taraf gaya tou wo apnay darwaza per khari thi main na jasay hi pohncha tou main nay us zor sa bahon main dabaya tou siskari li or kaha ya na karo main na poucha tou us nay kha k u r very hot . Pecialy yah tumharay haath . Kal tum chalay gaya or main sari rat ap k in hato k masaj masos kar kar k rat. ”“Yes, goodnight son,” he replied.Upstairs, I undressed, did my evening ablutions and got myself into bed, my mind going over the problem of Cal.Sleep didn’t come easily, but eventually I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.I woke early the following day, got up, pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and went out for a run, something I hadn’t done for a while. I ran for half an hour, then headed home for a shower and to get dressed, finally coming down for breakfast at eight.I walked into the kitchen.