Her headless clit still fascinated me. I wanted to know the story.“I choose House Pain.”The boy stepped forward and stroked my hole. He held up my...pussy juice. The head of House Pain strode forward, seized his wrist, and sucked my sexual fluids from his fingers.“You belong to my house now.”I hoped I had made the right decision, but I couldn’t miss the disappointment and misgiving in the eyes of the boy and the man who had just eaten my cunt.I could hear them walking away as the head of my house. Slow murmurs it was all so engrossing. The enormity of sexual feelings revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures. The most delicate sensations between us. Suddenly it struck me that she was not wearing a bra.She held my fingers pushed her blouse aside, “Push it a little. This is my favorite blouse. I don’t want it to get spoiled.” She was breathing heavily now. She left her saree to fall on the sofa. I moved closer and kept my chin on her shoulders looking down to catch a glimpse of her hot. A short corridor led through a small mall-like area, lined with bookstores, kinky sex shops, and a medical supply store.A door at the foyer at the end was guarded by a bouncer who checked their ID's and waved them past. One of the two elevator doors had a sign taped onto it that read, "OUT OF ORDER." The other elevator door opened and the four girls entered. Recorded, and very realistic, screams of pain came from above the ceiling of the elevator as they stepped into the elevator. The screams. I soothed her , she did not calm down. In the evening during the play time , I felt like peeing . I told her about that . She offered to come with me. We went to a bush . I started peeing , but she did not. She wanted to hold it while I was peeing.I denied. She ran away.After 2 days without conversation from either side , I went to console her during playtime . She was adamant about her demands. So I let her have her way. I felt creepy. But after a couple of time I liked it. Soon , I wanted to.