I decided to try my luck. I drew my courage and moved closer to her. “How’s your husband?” I was so close to her that I could hear her heavy bre...thing. “Fine.”“Are you happy?” I gently took her palms in my hand. Her beautiful lips quivered but she didn’t reply. I got bolder… Slipped my arm around her delicate waist and drew her closer to me… My lips inches away from hers. “Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to get away from my arms. “Mansi see us.” I didn’t let her go… Instead,. There was a wet spot on the pantie. It proved that she enjoyed my touches. She pulled down the pantie too and let it fall on her ankles. She sat down again and opened her legs.“Are you happy now?”, she asked with an enchanting smile.I almost forgot my previous objective when her smile shone upon my eyes. I shook my head and recovered my mind.“Oh? You are still unsatisfied?”, Khusboo asked as she saw me shaking my head.“No, no. I am satisfied. Let me taste your sauce”, I corrected her. They forcefully grabbed my arms and bent them quickly and painfully behind my back – then the tall man quickly slipped a rope around and around my arms and wrists, he drew it painfully tight before tying some kind of elaborate knot. With my arms bent painfully behind me, the rope biting, and my cock sat flaccid in the young mans mouth, I began to get mad, as the men walked around to the front of the table – inspecting me. I felt loathing to them that I was in this position – I did not like. Because nothing could beat ablowjob. Oh, I liked the regular kind of sex just fine. And beingblessed with good looks, quick wit and self-confidence, I'd got plentyof that from an early age, for all that I was shorter and skinnier thanmy competitors. But I'd also had enough experience to realise that whilecoming inside a girl was nice, there was something extra special aboutboth feeling and watching her suck me off. About the way I could chooseto let her do all the work, or just as easily grab.