His name was Craig. He was African American. He took his cloths off and started pressing my boobs and slapping me on my butt. He told me to suck him, ... started sucking him and he started playing with my boobs. Than he sat down on my sofa and I was sucking him. My phone rang and I answer the phone call, my husband said “honey I will be home at 10 pm I am sorry” I said it’s okay and hang up. Craig got excited and told me “bitch I knew u were a slut, now ima fuck u until 9:30 pm” I just started. ‘All right, let’s take it from the top!’ * * * * * Spencer checked his watch again. It was nearly midnight and the hotel bar was about to close. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have just resorted to his usual aloof character and avoided feelings. After all, he had been doing it for so long that it was almost second nature. But something about Darrin caught him and held him fast. Maybe it was simply his looks. The blond hair, the rippling muscles, the ever-present smirk all. Its final year and we are going to leave campus in one month so we decided to have some group photos together and some individual photos too. Later everyone shared those photos and left the campus.One day I was alone in home and browsing my photos in my PC and found that folder and seen all images. That is the time I recognized beauty in her. She looks damn sexy in her red dress with hanging her chunni one side. Her boobs are inviting to suck them and squeeze them. I cursed myself why I did not. Grey man reached behind her head and untied the gag, releasing it from her mouth. Before she could scream, he clamped a hand over her mouth. Now, Im going to let go, and when I do, youre going to suck my dick, understand? If you so much as squeak, Im going to beat you until you cant move, understand? she nodded, her eyes wide with fear. He slowly removed her hand, and positioned his dick at her mouth. Reluctantly, she opened, sliding the tip of him into her mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned.