Chachaji was strong manly personality so it was a shock for me to see him in tears hearing whatever the news was on the phone. “Some bad thing must ...ave happened”, I said to myself. But it didn’t prepare me for what actually happened.​He couldn’t put the news in words so he instead called for his car and we drove off in the night. It was in the middle of the Mumbai-Pune highway that we stopped. The place was filled with policemen and sniffer dogs. At some distance, there was a car and a couple. “Though I would love you to watch a twenty-years younger boy sucking my cock.”“And I would love to watch. You know your pleasure is my pleasure,” she smiled as we kissed while she stroked my semi-erection. “Especially if the other boy is licking my cunt lips while I watch.”“What would you me to wear for the boys? And what are you going wear for them?”“Less is more baby,” I told her as I watched her try on some outfits that highlighted her gorgeous ass. “Do you want me to tease the boys?,” Sarah. Her intensity is surprising in such a pretty girl and I'm reminded that few people get into Harvard without the ability to dedicate themselves to a project and work relentlessly towards it. "The girls you told me about. Your other girls." The last time we had been together she had asked if she could date other men, since I was fucking other women. I had slapped her to the floor and then told her, in detail, every last slut that I had fucked since I had acquired her, and how each one had. I remember him putting his dick in my mouth and thinking about all the times the k**s at school he called me a fag and a queer and how it was really happening now. So I tried to suck and do what I thought I needed to do and he was sort of grunting saying things like,'You really like that don't you?' And asking me if I'd ever sucked one before. I tired to say now while my mouth was completely full of his cock head. It was hard to answer his questions and they came out like 'Mrrff murrf muaa'..