Fir divya mam boli office kar lena maine bola mam govt office hai yaha ke phone attend karta hi koun hai. Pata nahi kya soch ke unho ne apna no mujhe ...e diya. Maine thanks bola or aa gaya.2 din bad ma’am ko call kiya to mam boli abhi nahi hua. Maine next day unko message kiya maine socha roz-roz call se vo gussa na ho jaye. Mujhe umeed nahi thi ke unka koi reply aaye ga par unhone message kiya ke sorry abhi nahi hua. Ese karte karte last date aag gayi bill jama karne ki, to maine socha ek bar. Something about a room full of people so consumed and filled by a common purpose that always made me feel new, fresh, enlivened. Tonight I’d started as part of a group and as always drifted off on my own as friends slowly tired and left. Just me and strangers left. Our bodies dangerously close, brushing but not touching. My arms are raised now, my smooth stomach exposed and my body moving slowly like a snake, my eyes are still closed but I can sense him getting closer. I’d seen him earlier by. His gigantic cock ripped me almost in half, while the others forced their cocks in my mouth and down my throat. Choking me and slapping me around if I dared to fight them. By now, I had two fingers tearing at my tiny hole and realized that I was cumming for the first time. I was really hooked then. Any chance I got, I fucked myself. I began using different things from Bic pens to toothbrushes. I wanted to fuck so bad. But I wanted to be forced. I also had the crazy urge to force someone to be. She had a long traditional skirt 2-3 inches below her belly button. Her blouse had a very deep neck that reached almost the lower breasts. He felt like her nipples will pop out then. She also had draped a shawl over her shoulder but what surprised him was her mask.“A mask?” he asked.“It’s dangerous out for prostitutes tonight.” The prostitute said.But the voice, it was very familiar to Uncle Ji. But it was a cold night, he didn’t bother about the voice when he had the main course in front of.