We chatted for some time. It was just a formal ‘Hi, Hello, ASL Please,’ kind of thing to start with. We chatted for around an hour or so. She said...she lives in Gujarat and visits her relatives a few times a year. This continued for a few weeks.Then she gave me her number. I was totally excited and scared of talking to her. We then exchanged a few messages and finally, I decided to call her. I was scared to the hell before I called her. She took enough time to respond and I had no idea how to. He slowly pulled his cock out of my throat and left it in my mouth and told me not to swallow. When he had finished spurting his cum in my mouth he told me to open my mouth and show him his spunk on under my tongue. I did so and he told me stay like that. He went to his hoodie jacket and took out a phone and took several pictures of me. One photo of the spunk in my mouth which I was then told to swallow, one picture of my nipple being squeezed and stretched out, then him hoisting my tit meat up. Something was wrong. She tried to reason it out. Their last session had been lovely, and he had not changed one bit. It was true that he had been suspicious that someone had witnessed their lovemaking. She had suspected as much herself, as though some part of her knew that she had heard something strange. Still it was only a feeling. Rawer didn’t come. Instead a tall Nubian woman came. She was as bodacious a woman as the princess had ever seen. She stood six feet tall, and was voluptuousness. I stepped out of the pile of clothing, and the two of them slid their bodies down my torso and knelt beside me to help me off with my shoes and socks, pausing to take a firm hold of my buttocks.“Nice tight arse” said Beverly, “I wonder if it would enjoy a spanking”“It’s not the only bottom that will get a spanking” said Antonia “If you don’t behave yourself”.Beverly just grinned.“Now we need to restrict your movement again” said Antonia. “I don’t want you getting out of control”.Again cuffs.