The guys all were talking about how they were read for some nice piece of ass from this whore, which meant I was about to be fucked and if the fucking...was as rough as the mouth work I had just enjoyed I was going to be treated in a way totally new to me.I was pulled up from my knees and walked into the bedroom where James had first fucked his new friend just a couple of weeks ago. Who would have ever though I would be about to be gang banged just a couple of weeks later, well I guess James did. I wasn’t going to test it, either. The standard trio of pies presented themselves: mince, apple, and pumpkin. A week’s worth of cookie-baking appeared too. Exactly five of each kind graced the plates (no one had to take the last of anything), but I stopped counting after ten different kinds. Of course, most of them went back into the cookie tins, but they made the table into a cornucopia. My parents manufactured some safe chitchat while we dawdled over dessert, mostly about school and about his. She said that she had been calling him for so long and he did not answer. He apologized and asked why she called him. She said that she wanted to ask him if he needed anything. He said that he was fine and did not need anything.Then she sat beside him. Both were watching TV now. As Kaya had noticed that Rithvik had an erection. She thought that it was impossible for him to masturbate because not his palms were injured, and it had been more than a week since it happened. She thought for a while. I’m an art student.” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a leftover handshake. “That’s.