I walked over to another seat in the second row and apparently the two guys that were just jerking each other off had witnessed my servicing the older...man. As soon as I sat down one of the guys stood up and without even pulling up his pants walked over to me with his cock swinging back and forth. I didn't waste any time, as soon as he was close enough I grabbed his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. His partner was soon there as well and I grabbed his cock with my other hand I would alternate. I continued to watch, I couldn't do anything else, was it embarrassment that kept me there, I can't say. After a short while I saw the body on the screen start to move again, spinning about, her legs flailing around, her arms being stretched by her own body weight. You could hear her sobbing inside her hood as she spun around. Although I knew it was me I was thinking of the girl in the video as somebody else.Finally she stopped moving and hung there for a while, it was only a couple of minutes. "Are you the police?" Her voice was soft and very seductive."Yes Ma'am. My name's Friday and this is my partner Frank Smith." Nice to meet you both. It's rather warm outside. Won't you come in and cool off?" Thank you Ma'am."It was cool in the house as Miss Peterson led us into the sitting room. She indicated to sofa and Frank and I sat while she sat in a large arm chair across from us. As she crossed her legs much of her already short skirt moved up exposing more of her very nice thighs."Are. Komal wanted to know what was roasting. We found out that it meant several men making love to one woman at the same time. The idea excited Komal. So I had to plan a ‘roasting’ of Komal.We decided to invite three of our male English friends with whom we had had some soft swap in the past and we knew that they really admired Komal’s body. We arranged for Christmas dinner with all the decorations. Komal also dressed up in traditional Indian sari with lots of jewels from head to toes. Her each toe.