There was very little illumination at all, but still Liz removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to the side, pressing...her back against the wall. She stood alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and once again the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead. And it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps no one was here after all, she. But I really just did it because everybody else was doing it. It’s not that I don’t appreciate this Temple. But the guy sounds weird. And the whole thing is just so ridiculously Orientalist. Really – have submissive sex with the white man and get cured? Come on. But I guess I’ll do it. Training I had to sign another thing. Which is basically a gag order, agreeing not to talk about anything that’s related to the Temple. Everything after that was basically a daily lesson via email on Donor. We did this all day, and slept in a heap of clothes st night. The next day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde guys kissing, rubbing each other’s cocks. I joined them, and had a sexy triangle suck. But by the end of the 24 hours, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and ready to go home. At the exact promised time, the old man came back and unlocked the padlock. But to our horror, he was armed with a shotgun. He threatened us with it as he rolled the small. ”“Nahi nahi Birju, gand mein nahi. Tumne chut waise hi bohut mar li hai. Par gand nahi.”Puja uthne ki koshish karti hai. Par Birju uska sar pakad ke daba deta hai. “Kutiya hil mat nahi to dono ko ek sath fad dunga.” Birju ne Puja ko dhamkaya, aur uski gand mein ungli daal kar ghumane lagta. Puja chillane lagti hai, “Nahi Birju, please chhod do. Gand mein mat dalo.”Birju uski nahi sunta aur thoda tel lekar Puja ki gand par masalta hai aur apne lund par bhi. Fir lund ko gand ke ched par laga kar.