I won’t do anything else”. As I didn’t have any other choice, I told him, okay you can.He told, “let’s do it in your flat as your friends ar... out of station”. I took him inside my flat. He asked me if I’ll undress or should he undress me? Read indiansexstories dot net to read more real life sexual encounters. I was feeling ashamed to do it in front of an old man who looked like a mess. I was standing there helpless.He told, “I don’t have much time as I’ve to go home”. I told, “I’ll undress”. I’m not proud of what I had to do that week for my agreed 200 a day, mostly roughing up recalcitrant payers and threatening drug dealers who needed the manor governor’s say-so to trade. Even worse was Leroy’s haughty goth bitch leering at me. No, even worse than that was when she tried to rub her skank, skinny androgynous body up against me, she was affronted when I informed her they didn’t make barge poles long enough. At least seven days’ pay, though, would give us some breathing space from. During the journey, we bonded well. We talked throughout the journey, we shared snacks. I got to know her more. She was married to a police officer. He was posted in a northern part of India. So he would come home once in a while. And most of her other family members were settled in the gulf. I wonder why all mallu’s migrated to the gulf. Strange isn’t it?Well, she stays alone in an apartment in Bengaluru. So we didn’t realize how time passed. We got down on the train and took an auto to reach. She rose up off of my cock as it dropped out of her opening and then placed it directly at her anal opening and tried to penetrate through the sphincter. The first effort was met by a cry from her lips but, through determination, she tried once again with more force this time and all of a sudden, she broke through the tightness of the muscles and it went in with momentum deep into her bowels. Her eyes flew open as well as her mouth; she held her breath as if taking in the sensation that.