I called them to stay with me and they agreed ,by that time my uncle got a call that he had to go to Mysore with the marriage team for 2 days and he w...nt leaving his wife and her sister in my room.I was chatting a lot with my Mousi and as usual I tried to touched her parts as her sister was asleep due to their rash journey. My room was on the 2nd floor and it was the only room on that floor. Me and Mousi chatted on the terras about uncle, while chatting I was trying to change or bring the topic. We drive for about twenty minutes to a house that the guys all share, all the way there I have been kissed and finger fucked by Robbie and Chris, my panties are soaked through and I have left a damp patch on the leather upholstery of the car. We enter the house there are still hands fondling my ass and tits as we go into a large lounge, very neat and tidy for, four guys living together. Robbie who is West Indian gets everyone a drink, music is put on, I feel fantastic, surrounded by four. I heard voices. He heard them too and looked up. They were male voices and one was saying, way to go Tommy. The other said the truck had been rocking. One wanted to know what hot babe he had in there. Then the other said to fuck that bitch again. They walked off laughing. Tommy said he recognized the two voices as friends of his from the football team. That meant my son knew them too. It would be quite the uproar if they really knew who the hot bitch in here really was. I gave Tommy a quick. Eventually, with another blast of the truck horn, the trucker pulled off onto his exit. ‘You may stop slut’ . ‘Thank you…Mistress’ I gasped and sat there trying to calm. After awhile I became aware that I had no idea where we were. I looked at the clock on the dash board and to my surprise, an hour had passed. Finally, Marsh put on her blinker and started to pull off the interstate. She tossed me the skirt and told me to put it on. I quickly pulled it on, not caring that it was so short. A hand.