There was dark inside the room only light coming from the door inside.She can see that the room was quite dusty.She saw some shadow inside the dark ro...m. Looks likes someone room corner, where the light end.Dipti took the breath, ‘whose there’. There was no replay. She again asked the same. No replay, no movement. She decides to go by herself towards the corner.She moved slowly, at the corner. But there was nothing. There was only dressing table. But she felt someone there in the mirror. The. “Are you sure? It’s bad, really bad.” “Trust me!” I took Jill’s hand and squeezed it lightly. Her eyes were directed at me, but didn’t seem to be focused on me. “Jill!” I said worriedly. She flinched and withdrew her hand from mine. “I think I am better now,” she said. “Are you sure?” “Yep. Please, help me stand up!” Taking hold under her arms, I easily lifted her up. As I was supporting her back, she steadied herself, balancing on her good leg. Connie tucked the crutches under Jill’s. Something. Anything.Anyone who's out of the pool at that second is automatically it."But," she continued, "The person who is 'Marco' has to count out loud to 15 before they can say it again. You can get out of the pool while 'Marco' is counting, but everyone except Marco has to stay in place until the count reaches 5."Why 5," Judy explained, "Because once the person who is it says 'Marco' and everyone echoes back 'Polo', only 'Marco' can move until the count reaches 5."Then, she explained that. I began obediently but reluctantly, but was soon fully engrossed in my duties. I fully realised how humiliating this would look. I could see how it looked. Butt-hole to the audience, at one time I could see their various reactions. At another time I focussed on the view of my open, inflamed hole and back through and under to my tongue, eagerly clearing the floor of discarded piss and cum. The more humiliating, the more satisfied I was. I needed to demonstrate how much humiliation I could take,.