I was a little happy thinking that though we were both horny for Gayathri. I would get to fuck her that night and run my hands all over that milky bod... and Sriram would have to pleasure himself in his room!That night I was expecting Gayathri to bring up anal sex and I wasn’t disappointed. She shyly suggested that we try it and lubricated my cock with her own hands and gave it a kiss when she was done. Then she asked me to lubricate her asshole too. I was touching her there after a long while. Moments later, a broad hand covered my entire mouth firmly, and his hot breath was on my neck, as he began kissing it with his hot lips. Suddenly his hand found my hard nipple and squeezed it roughly, sending a wave of both fear and electricity through my entire body. His hands now firmly groping both of my swollen breast as he kissed my neck, feeling the hardness of his hard cock pressing against my ass. His breathing got heavier and hotter, as my top was pulled quickly without warning over. A flash of color caught his eye and he looked down to see a lacy blue thong on the floor near he feet. He picked it up, stroking his thumb over it's silkiness. Smiling again, he placed the filmy garment on the counter near the sink.He let the cold water run, and once again washed his face and neck like a man trying to awaken. As he toweled himself dry he heard something. He cocked his head to listen, amused at his querulous reflection in the mirror."Michael?" the soft voice was clearer once he. For four nights we were like animals. We slept for less than an hour every night, and I had to tell my co-workers that I must be getting a cold to explain why I was losing my voice. The truth was I spent my evenings in such ecstasy that my screams echoed all over Baltimore. At least that’s how it seemed to me. But it went beyond physical. We joined mentally and spiritually every single time. I felt my soul wrapping itself up in his more and more. He made love to my mind with his. And in.