' Lifting the quilt I discovered my clothes were gone except for my pale-blue panties.I spotted a closet across the room and chose to investigate, hop...ng to find my clothes hanging there. On bare feet, I tiptoed and looked inside. No clothes there, instead the only garment was something looking like sheep's clothing, perhaps a Halloween costume. Continuing my search of the room I was pleasantly surprised to see my good Samaritan was a fellow movie buff. Sitting atop a small TV, were two DVDs:. I hadn’t said a word since Will came all over my tits, and gave me a second chance. I was in a daze, a relieved, happy, and slightly horny daze. I kept replaying my memory of him fucking me over and over. Each time my pussy got a little wetter. We had been driving for about an hour, and my pussy couldn’t wait any longer. ‘Mom, can we stop at that gas station? I REALLY need to pee.’ My mother nodded. She pulled over, and decided to fill her gas tank while we were there. I about ran inside to the. I had no illusions about what I looked like. I was a hairy-legged lad,wearing a girl's bikini and a metal collar being led on a leash... Everystep made me wish the world would just open up and swallow me as wewalked along the path above and eventually back towards the car park.Once he was satisfied that he knew all he needed to know about my life hestarted to probe in to my sexual experience or lack of it. "I don'tbelieve it a virgin!" he laughed when I admitted my sexual experience waslimited. Randhir in his late 40s was still well built. He was wearing a dhoti and carrying a gamcha (towel) on his shoulder. He was not aware of this situation, he normally stands his cycle and went for bathing to the nearest well. He saw Nandita but she fell asleep. So, he locked the door and left for a drink with his friends. At night, Randhir legs were trembling as he had his country rum enough according to his daily consumption. He came and saw Nandita on the cot. Even after his rum, he sensed it.