.I said,”keerthu….”She saw me shockingly.I went near her and got hold of her hand and said, “keerthu…. look into my eyes…”She stepped ba...k suddenly….. she was shocked little…She stepped back and said a ‘thing’ which made me to dance on the terrace..Yes she said just only one line, which made me to think that she is mine.. she will be in my bed… she is my sex slave… no i’am her sex slave…Yes, she said,, “hey…. what if other watch us,, we are on terrace….” and left the terrace and ran down… she. I let out a hard breath; I really shouldn’t fall asleep around those two. I lifted my head and stretched my arms. I lifted an eyebrow as I studied the ropes binding my wrists. Those men, always up to their tricks. I was laying an odd table, on my stomach. My legs were straddled and my ankles were tied, to each of the legs. The rope had about a six inch give. I was almost naked; I could feel I had thigh high stockings and a garter belt on, no bra or panties. My nipples pebbled against the hard. The boy on his knees was the only face I could see and while gagging on dick I was able to glance down at him. He was handsome, stunningly handsome. And was smiling as he looked into my eyes and worked my prick with his slick right hand.The first boy stepped away, his cock popping out of my mouth with an audible sucking sound. He grabbed my head and turned me to the right, to the hairless, uncut boy. His cock plunged into my mouth this time. It tasted different than the first, muskier, but just. Robin always wore a bra. Then over the previous month I got to reach up under her top as long as I didn’t try to get under her bra. I could also feel of her crotch if she is wearing blue jeans. Her pussy can feel really warm and damp too, especially after a night of kissing.Then her mother caught us. We were kissing and my hand was up under her blouse on top of her bra feeling of her soft tittie flesh. Robin’s hand was just resting close to my crotch. She almost never touched my cock. Anyway.