Then he raped my mouth. There is no other way to describe it.His penis became engorged and hard, the glans were now fully exposed as his foreskin pull...d back from the bulbous knob. The foul taste of his cock was now so rancid I thought I might gag again so I did the best thing I could under the circumstances and worked up as much saliva as I could to wash his knob clean with my tongue. I worked up more spit and continued to slaver his cock with my tongue; this had the effect of cleaning his. I keep doing this, for longer and longer, taking more and more water, up my bum, until the expelled water runs out clean. I replace the showerhead in its holder, and pick up the Dove bar, and I lift my leg and bring the soap bar to my anus and push it in until it's up behind my prostate, then I push it out a little bit at a time. sometimes I work it in and out a few times.Then I soap up my scrubber, and begin to wash my face, pits and tits, cock and balls. I rinse off, and take down the shower. I hoped to get another wet look of her front, but that stupid/kind-hearted driver had given his shirt for her to wear leaving himself on white baniyaan (vest) he wore underneath. Both walked inside the hotel. This had to be the end of the show, but I was determined to see some more.“One thing you can be sure about these cheap hotels is that, no activity in those rooms stay private. ‘Deevaaron ke yaahaa sirf kaan nahi, aankhen bhi hoti hai’. There will always be holes in walls, broken window. ””I smiled at him and noticed that what he was adjusting his now erect cock which was strained against the denim “I think I am up for the challenge and yes my plan is to become a group grief counselor.” I paused to see what he was going to say or do next. Nothing happened except that our eyes were still locked and I could tell he was lost in another place and time. His hand was massaging his dick and I was doing the same with mine when the noise from my books falling broke the trance. Both of.