He was married with three kids. He had married an Italian girl. The topic turned to me. At some point I broke down and told him about Vishals inabilit... to impregnate me and the stress it was causing. His hand reached up to caress my cheek. Tears slipped down my cheek, and I turned back to glare through the window. I turned back to Ajith. To my utter surprise, an unbelievable thought entered my desperate mind. I instantly saw in him the father Vishal could never be, and it struck me to the core.. Then one of the girls got up and moved my hand away and started filling my cock, saying this is a fat cock girls you have to feel this. They each felt my cock and stroking it a few times. By this time the girls had there cloths off as well and were playing with their tits and pussies and had cummed a few times themselves. My moaning was getting louder and louder, the girls knew I was getting close to cumming and started cheering me on, saying shoot it, shoot it. Let us see it shoot all over.. I remember he started with some procedural stuff. He asked for volunteers for various tasks, including removing the massage tables, which had been brought to the venue, restoring the gym’s original setup, and, finally, removing the hanging tarpaulins that blocked outsiders from looking in. He said some people, who were repeat offenders, needed to watch their behavior, because they put the meetup at risk if complaints made it outside. I formed the strong impression he was referring to The. I was finger-fucking myself intently, absorbed in the scene of torture and imagining myself in her place. When the orgasm struck I cried out unashamedly and sagged back from the bars. My cries didn’t go unnoticed and one of the guards approached my cell with a smirk on his face.?Want to join the fun, Angela?? he asked as he unlocked the door to my cell.?No! No!? I cried, although I knew my protest wouldn’t succeed and I also knew that I didn’t want it to.Laughing, he grabbed the chain.