They had given us the drug just before the auction, the ?vending? as They called it, and it had done its job, on me at least. We had been warned that ...he vending would be difficult, here where men – sorry, old habits can die hard – here, in this world, males are not ?men,? we are all ?boys? ? were treated as a decidedly different and a most decidedly inferior species. Where boys are pets, bought and sold several times on average over the course of our lives. Indigenous boys are used to it,. He straightaway asked ' choo kar dekhon( can i touch n see ) , i said OK , i started getting horny hearing thathe fondled my fake boobs n i cud see he liked it . He suddenly lift my t shirt over my face to reveal the padded bra and fondled my booobsi pulled down my t shirt and said ' kya kar rahe ho mujhe jaane doo"(wht are u doing let me go ). but i didnt want to go. he asked 'khali kapde pehante ho ya kuchh aur bhi karte ho?'( do u only dress as girl or something else), i asked ' what u. I'm moaning so loud now. His mouth clamps down on my clit and I'm undone. I squirt everywhere. His face must be covered. He doesnt let up just keeps sucking and licking and fingering me. I feel the next one building. Im panting, moaning. I want it so much, and then he's gone. Bastard!!He's back at the top of the bed rubbing my breasts. He's left the buttplug inside me buzzing away. I'm breathing heavily. I want him to fuck the shit out of me. I'm staring at his cock again. "Stop looking at my. She: Then why do you ask way to main roadMe: Then I asked where can I park my carShe : she said let me park my car inThen I understood where I have to park my car, after parking I did not understand what to do. She came out and said come in. Before entering so many things hunting my thoughts, if she is mistress, if she hurts me, if she call media, is I’m ruining my life? So many things going around, finally she asked my name and about me.I introduced myself, she was surprised after knowing.