She objected and was not ready to say anything and at last with lots of courage I just said ” Do they were fucking? ( Kya wo apas main chod rahe the...?) She nodded her head and just said “yes”. I asked how? And she with laughing denied and repeatedly told to ask Deepak and I just insisted to hear from her mouth. Later with courage I just askedMe: Kya dono poore nange theyShe: HaaMe; Kya boy ne lund andar dala thaShe: Nahi sirf upar se ghis raha thaMe: Kya Lund andar nahi gaya?She : Nahi aur. What a change this life at the beach had brought her. In the city, in share accommodation she was shy, awkward and introverted. Here, at the beach in her own house, with a man she liked and with a few beers in her she was a changed young lady. The afternoon became early evening and we moved onto the wine. There was no denying we were both getting quite drunk at this point and Cassy needed it to break through the shy barrier she’d always put up. ‘People can be so… cold!’ Cassy declared. Like a. “It’s actually refreshing to hear you talk like that…..besides, it’s good to get it out,” I explained. She had one hand on her hip and the other on the side of her head and she looked like she was stressed out. “I just want this fucking place done already! My husband has no clue, he’s off in the city all damn day and I'm stuck cleaning this shit up, you know? I miss my gym…at least I was able to work out my aggression!” and she let out a little laugh. I was now feeling a rise in my Dockers. After some time, they started a group golden shower. Many ladies started peeing on my body and mouth at the same time. It wasn’t easy to cope up, and that was the most difficult hour of my life. By the end of the hour, there was no single part of my body that was not drenched with pee.Ladies mostly used my cock and mouth for their purpose. Mistress untied the ropes, and I was asked to get up. I was again ordered to serve the guests. People were being taken by ladies inside for their pleasures..