I made sure Fred understood I wasleaving. For a moment I wasn't sure I had his attention. And then, thenhe begged me to stay. He said he wanted us to...play a few tunes for theguests later. I didn't want to argue about it. I told him I wasn'tfeeling well and begged him to tell Sam and Darla when he spoke withthem. Without waiting for him to respond, I turned around and made my exit. Ifelt better as I closed the front door behind me. A huge sigh of reliefescaped me and I felt like I was able to. .Azmat said "I wondered if you would like to join us for a drink at Neelum's flat."A sly wink from Azmat made up his mind, something interesting was going on. Thirty minutes later, he found himself sitting in the lounge of a small, well furnished flat, with an ice cold Murree beer in his hand and a hot rod throbbing in his trousers.The photos and homey items littering the room, told him that this was a family home.As he occasionally glanced towards the kitchen, he saw Neelum and Azmat sipping. Maybe this was too much. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew.Then suddenly, something felt her hooded head for a brief second. The plate was removed from the end of the tube, allowing air to flow freely inside her mouth. Curiously, she let her tongue poke out from the hole, reaching outward to the unknown. "Aaah…Aaahaaa…" she called out to Pascal as best as she could, dipping her head forward, exploring the area with her head. But then a mysterious force grabbed her hood head once. I felt myselfopening, the pain growing less intense and histhrusting becoming more and more pleasurable. My hipsfound his rhythm and my pussy pushed up again and againinto his pistoning cock, trying to get it as deep andtight into me as I could. It went on forever. Over andover, he hammered his hips down and I returned eachfierce thrust with one of my own. My cries of anguish became cries of passion as Ispasmed again and again under him as wave after wave ofpleasure flashed through me. Then I.