I felt him lick the cum out of my mouth. He gagged me, and went in. At first the pain was too much. I had to scream, but the gag reduced it to a solem... moan. His dick went way past my prostate and G spot and was practically shoving his dick into my pelvis. It took a few minutes, but he eventually got into a rhythm, and the pain in my ass reduced. This time every time he thrusted his lean, muscular, hairy body onto mine, the pain was just a sudden sting behind floods of enjoyment. The sweat. Not to mention the gag reflex which I luckily got hang on quite quickly. The sight was even more bizarre now than before, my own dog was now pistoning in and out from my mouth while I could do nothing else than stare his cock in shock. Tears of shame was rolling from cheeks. This felt wrong on so many levels. But that did not seem to bother Buddy who was time of his life. The mouth of young, soon-to-be-engineer felt much better than dry humping the sofa pillows. If I had gotten video material. She knocked on the door. ‘Yes?’ a young man opened the door. ‘Oh!’ she shrank back seeing the unfamiliar face and got a sense of deja vu. ‘Are you…Mansi?’ he asked uncertainly. ‘Yes.’ ‘Please come in.’ he opened the door. ‘Dutt sir is on a conference call.’ Mansi walked into a suite full of half a dozen people with laptops or tablets on their laps. Everyone was immaculately dressed in western clothing, including two young women, one of whom was sitting in the same single loveseat that she had. The head flared out at the top and glistened with precum. Each time the blood pulsed through his cock it would throb just a bit under the warmth of my hand. He raised up slightly so I could gently tug his pants and underwear down. His balls were like huge fur-covered gems that lay splayed upon the car seat. I could control myself no longer. With one hand gently wrapped around those incredible balls, I leaned over on the seat and lowered my mouth over the top of that delicious looking flesh pole.