Rasta kharab hone ke karan mera hath side se uske boobs ko halka sa touch kar raha tha aur mare ko bhi maja aa raha tha baad me mane thodi himmat badh... ke mera haath uske boobs ke aur le gaya jiski bajase uka boobs mare hath ki koni se pura touch ho gaya mare ko maja aa raha tha. Thodi der baadh uska kuch bhi reaction na hone ke karan mari himmat badh gayi aur mane apna hath ki ungli uske boob ko touch karne ki try karta raha baad me touch kiya to bhi kuch reaction nahi aya isliye mari himmat. Then Gene mounted Shiraz from the back. The video showed nineteen minutes of the masked pair copulating with verbal entreaties. What the footage did not show was the remaining night and early morning onslaught.Gene had taken an herbal supplement that promised prolonged erections even though he had no problem getting on hard for Shiraz. The pills worked and he was able to fuck his panty boy the entire night – even once while the sissy slept.Gene nutted hard and took a picture that he sent to. Couldn't move it at all. I was almost flat on my back. Is that prone or supine or akimbo? Who knows, or cares. I know it wasn't doggie. I also did know that I was feeling no pain. Still groggy from the drugs. Confused. I looked down at my leg. Good, it was still there. They said there wasn't any danger of me losing the leg, but you never know what they'll do once they get a knife in their hands.I turned my head and sitting there was the corpsman – woman – that I had jumped on. She was a pretty. Marty practically broke the swinging door as hecame back into the dinning room. "I have to leave for a bit," Martyinformed us before heading back into the kitchen and out the servant'sentrance. We could hear the squealing of tires as he pulled away. Thethree of us at the table looked at each other, but we said nothing. Weall knew who was behind Marty's demeanor.We sat staring at each other for a moment, trying to think of somethingto say. I could see the same expression of anger come over.