"Try me" he challenged me with his cheeky smile as he jumped on the single bed next to mine. "The game is what you make of it, It's called slaves, you...don't do anything you don't want to. You lay on the bed face up at first pretending you are chained up to the corners of the bed. One player is the slave and one is the master, It sounds a bit gay I know but you have the choice to make it gay or not if you REALLY want to or not, I don't judge. Then the slave does absolutely everything the master. 30 ghante baad dial kiya aur awaz sunte hi maine frndship ki request kar daali.kaash doston tum us awaz ko sun paate uss awaz mein ek gazab ki chubhan thi maano uski saansen mahek rahi ho aur mujh jaise kissi lover ki talash kar rahi ho.maine usse kahan ki uski awaz mein ek kashish hain aur mein usse dosti karna chahta hoon.usne mujse umar puchi maine 20 bataye aur usne apni umar 34 batayi, phir usne dosti se inkaar kar diya.par maine haar nahi maani aur usse ek saache dost hoone ka yaakin. The room is luxuriously sensual and inviting. Large pillows are scattered about with silks, satins, and velvets of different colors and textures to excite the senses. The soft flames of candles and oils fill the air with exotic aromas. Moonlight pours in from the skylights above (are you getting hot with anticipation yet?). You enter and see me as I begin to peel off my dress. Underneath I am wearing a black lace and blue silk demi-bra from which my hard nipples are protruding for the touch of. One man is fucking the woman from behind while she sucks the others cock. “Ohh, God…Fuck me…” you utter. I guide my cock to the opening of your pussy and slowly push it inside. “OHhhh, yesss,” you moan. I slide myself in deeper and deeper with every thrust. I pull on your shoulder straps and yank them down exposing your breasts. I play with them, lightly pinching your nipples. You reach behind your head and grab my hair. My head is titlted forward against your neck. Both hands are holding.