We went in and we got started. We worked well together. In no time she was finished with her work and she was helping me to return the favor. An ho...r passed and we were both done and waiting for our photos to dry. She made a comment how fast it goes when you are actually working on it.I asked her, why she wasn’t done in her time. She laughed and told me her boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off of her. The thought did cross my mind. I thought about them getting it on in the darkroom. I. Nishka understood the situation and it was for the best that she stayed. It was raining here but it was weather perfect for match. The match had started and both looked keenly towards his old Cathode Ray Tube TV.It was going smooth when suddenly a telephone ring broke the silence. Chirag’s parents had called that they wouldn’t be home as their trip had gone terribly wrong. Chirag was happy that he could smoke away his Cigarettes after Nishka left. He joined her back to the game. They were. .. The skin of my butt is very tender...The real struggle comes from the 4th and final cuff. I am sweating from the strain of trying to bend my wrist and manipulate my fingers in a way that I can lock my wrist to the floor singlehandedly... Literally. My difficulties are compounded when I feel something happening inside my ass. The parts of the butt plug I had earlier concluded were movable suddenly begin moving... What began as a barely noticeable hum of vibration rapidly becomes a stronger. I allow my hands to roam and move over his body. Curious calm side of me coming to the surface now, wanting to discover and explore every secret of him, I realize as I run my hand down his chest, the feel of him is not so alien after all. His sturdy structure is that of a similar feel, that of my own. I run my hands over him and feel the various muscles down his side and resting them on his hips like I would a woman, like I would you. I find it me who is pulling close now, and I force my tongue.