I remembered Hafiza aunty in Muscat, whom I had tried and the way she had reacted on my intrusion as even after using cream she could not take it and ...ad literally cried as she could not move being pinned down, tightening her butt muscles and when I had tried to push harder when my rigid dick was entering she had struggled like a fish out of water, when I relaxed she had one hand pressing her anal hole to subside the pain she felt and then was reluctant to even let me try her anus, she would. She was aware of slight murmurings around her as her hands were placed in front of her, palms together, and her tongue licked her lips as the scrape of a soft rope was wound around her wrists. More hands moved her legs further apart and she felt herself stumble slightly as more rope was wound around her legs. She could feel something placed in front of her and then felt herself pushed forward until she was bent over, her torso supported on some padded piece of furniture that allowed her breasts. “No Nandi (short for Nandhini). It was my fault for being ill mannered”.She giggled and said, “I won’t accept any apology without a treat”. I felt that god has finally answered my prayer and said to her, “Tell me what you want”.She sheepishly said, “I want a hot choco banana”. I was like whoa..huh.. Then she said, “Not today, kiddo. Meet me tomorrow after class and I will take you to the parlour”.I said ok and just when I was about to ask her for her contact number, Deepika ma’am called her for. His dick had been hard ever since he lathered me up. It stood before me in all its glory, begging for its time. I washed it, gently stroking my hands along its length. I made sure it was perfectly clean from base to tip. My hands continued my petting until I felt compelled to taste and feel it in my mouth. It was slick and warm. My hands grabbed his ass as I impaled my mouth onto his steel rod. Groaning in my enjoyment of him I was happy on my knees pleasuring him. He didn't seem to want to cum.