We had lunch together which contained sweets, payasam and nice vadas and throughout lunch she was touching my hand, while serving, crushing my shoulde... with her breasts and scratching her bush. Her mother did not notice anything being a very naive and simple lady. After lunch, her mother said, excuse me, it is time for my serial, I will go to my room and watch it, you people can keep chatting.Once she entered the room, Malathi was waiting for the opportunity, she gently went and locked the room. The wound was wide enough it couldn’t be stitched closed, and wasn’t deep enough to cause major problems, but man did it hurt! I fully expected it to remain sore and unusable for a few days, eventually leaving a nasty looking scar. I washed a couple of Motrin and penicillin down with water, before putting everything away back in the EMT kit and repacking it in the wagon. I put my bloody shirt back on, and walked up the hill, picking up my hat where I’d dropped it about halfway down the hill. At. They tittered and laughed lightly as they watched men being put through their paces in various equestrian guises; pony tailed latex clad women whipping out at the hapless males adorned with tails of their own, pulling various chariots, or being roped and whipped just for the hell of it. Chrissie led him through the throng;'I'm just going to the girl's room-I've had too much liquid' she said. As she did he stopped, thinking he'd be told to sit or kneel somewhere- a sharp tug on his collar from. She could taste the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock along with the sweet, salty taste of a man. She continued to slowly force more and more of his cock down her throat until she felt his pubic hair tickle her nose, then just as slowly, she eased him from her mouth and leaned back on her heels. “Let’s go somewhere we can fuck,” she whispered as she gazed into his eyes for a long moment before she resumed her slow, steady assault on his hard cock with her lips, teeth and tongue. .