It was obvious more training would be necessary. Boris made that abundantly clear as we headed off sweating to stable the horses. He had curses that c...rdled the ear. ‘Climb the mountain’ was a contest created by men to test themselves. Though many a woman would say it was developed by boys. We gathered in the main bailey and those who would participate drew lots. The commander and I drew as well. There was no rank on the mountain and no shame in losing, although there was pride in the winning.. Getting started a bit early aren’t we said Dave. Pulling my face from the cock I was devouring I said, just loosening up my jaw honey. I then went back to devouring Chuck’s cock and a couple minutes later was rewarded with a sweet load finding its way to my tummy as I swallowed every drop. I stood up and gazing into Chuck’s eyes gave him a smile and told him to regain his strength because I expected him to fuck me before the night was over. We got redressed and the outfit I was given to wear. She moaned again. We clumsily made our way to the bathroom. She was emitting soft moans all the time. Noises that were driving me crazy, that urged me to do something. She was so helpless, so sweet and tender. I was ashamed that I wanted to have sex with her. She had called me because she needed help. She was suffering badly, and the idiot in me was thinking about sex. “Thank you so much, Sam!”she said, and managed a smile,”I could have never done it without you.” “You’re welcome,” I. Mein fir se Sas, Sasur se batien karne laga aur sabhi drawing room mein TV per cricket match dekhne lage. About 9:15 PM around hamne dinner liya aur dinner complete kar Sas, sasur apne kamre mein sone chale gaye. Mere sone ka intzam guest room mein tha jo ki Chhote bhayy (aur Garima) ke bed room ke samne tha. Sas, Sasur ka bed room dusri side tha. Garima bhabhi ne mujhe bataya ki mere room mein bhi TV hei aur mein chahun to TV apne room mein dekh sakta hun. Fir unhone puchha ki kisi cheez ki.