. But this story gets even better! As the night went on and everyone finally shows up and the party is getting crazy! It starts to rain hard, thunder ...nd lighting strikes! We hear a loud bang!!! The lights go out and and the music stops! Every one pulls out there phones and turns on flash lights. Can't believe this is happening right before we're getting ready to film some of the pre party before the actual scene! Needless to say the party must go on when you have talent on set and they're. I crawled to the entrance and climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, “My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why does he do that?”Her answer became the stuff of legend, “Because he can.”I shuffled forward and, plumbing in hand, I sprayed the dry, dusty ground of our cave with a monsoon of yellow rain. The first moisture in more than a hundred years.Lighting a cigarette and holding my prick in my right hand, I glanced at my wristwatch. The time glowed. Heena: What the fuck, you bastard! I am not a bitch.Me: I know what you are. Think about the deal and let me know. (and I left)At night around 8 pm, I got her message.Heena: Room number 303, Hotel Sadhav Vila, reach at 2 pm tomorrow.Me: Sure, babyThere she was, waiting for me and the vote. The college girl was looking damn hot with her 34D-30-34 figure (which I came to know later). Heena was a wearing blue hot pant and a white tank top. I can see her red bra through it.I just pushed Heena. Then I heard a noise, there was a jogger coming in my direction. I put my cock back inside my tights and closed up my jacket, walking casually along the river path, waiting for the jogger to pass by. I stopped after a moment and stood behind a tree, looking up at the campus buildings and the car park. I opened my coat again and pulled out my tiny cock. After a moment of stroking it, I counted slowly to 10, then pulled down my tights until my ass cheeks were bare. I counted slowly to 10 again.