Earlier he was as shy as me, now he was in charge and I was merely his little slut. I sucked his cock like a champ, even deep throating him, holding h...m there while I swallowed his head. He put his hands on my head and took charge, he was suddenly fucking my face, I could hardly keep up, trying my best to not choke on his large member. His balls were banging on my chin, and my nose was being squashed by his pubes above his piece. I couldn't breathe anymore, so I sort of just opened my mouth and. Me, my friend & the servant huddled up in a family van & rode there. So many people there, so many colors & smells, such a clash of senses. The Pujari, hindu priest was a mature man, no older than Daddi but he definitely works out. So this Pujari did his chants, blessed people & then for some reason my friends dragged me to be blessed by him. Don't know why since I was not Hindu, I never expressed interest in the hindu religion until Punjabi Daddi invited me to a nearby cement hut where the. Soon I'd changed all my clothes in the house.And that day in my dance class I was free,To dance as I'd always wanted, with grace and glee.I jumped and skipped, it was trav'ling on air,I whipped my head 'round and then my hairFlew into my face. I thought, "What fun!I shan't be tired 'till I am doneWith my incredible dance!" Then upon my faceI fell and thanked God for my grace.And now my tale has reached conclusion,Let the next tale follow, spare ye no delusion.* * *THE SECOND TALE as told by. The faster and harder he fucked her the sooner she was about to reach an orgasm. Then he stopped. She craved that he would fuck her to oblivion with that rock hard cock, like an ‘intruder’ would. Instead, he teased her, rubbing ice against her legs and stomach. She felt him return to his knees, moving up her body, that ached for his cock. Her pussy wanted him, but he leaned over for more ice. This time, he had only one cube and she felt its coldness rising up her stomach to her breasts. He.