Isliye aise spasht feel kar rahi dhi.Mem jara aur train se sat ke khadi hue tho lund ek dam mei gand ki uper isam me aagaya.Mem choti aur wo lambe dhe...nahi tho gand ka ched me seetha hojathi.Usne hath se lund ko nee ki tharaf fold karke meri gand ki darar mr lagayi aur muj se ek dam sat ke khada hogaya.Train chaldi hum lok tata karke thodi dher udhari khade.Fir chalne keliye platform ke bahar aagaye.Thab sardar saheb ne pucha kise lagi mera.Mene muskurake boli bahuth bada hai.Saheb ne jor se. ” She blushed and looked away, but I could tell she was grinning at the thought.The elevator finally arrived, and she pushed me inside before anyone could see me. Mercifully, there was no one inside this time. The instant the doors closed I dropped my purse, bunched up my dress and started openly stroking my cock. I groaned with relief and leaned against the wall. My head was swimming with an orgy of filthy thoughts about all the people in the lobby. A drop of pre-cum appeared at my tip, and I. I watched that and stood still for few minutes. It was Neha blindfolded with a red satin and giving BJ to one of the guys. And one after another to the other 3 guys. I was surprised as there were only 3 guys as far I knew and I was not aware of the 4th guy.I called Rajiv and almost choked.He consoled me that the 4th guy is one of his friend staying in Dubai and he is a businessman.He is also a producer of Indian Porn movies and few websites.I It started when Rajiv shared Neha’s photo with him. On their social agenda they had both been invited out for dinner with Charles Henderson and Beverley Jackson to celebrate his birthday. With the A1 motorway relatively quiet, he lit a cigarette, turned the volume up on the radio and listened to James Taylor singing ‘Fire and Rain.’ It was only six-thirty in the evening and the hotel bar was already filling with locals and strangers, catching a quick drink before heading to Old Trafford to watch the match, others pulling up stools at the bar,.