She entered my room which I kept unbolted for her and pulled off the ribbon of my pajama, took out my cock, bent down and sucked my penis as I looked ...own at her half naked body in wet sari without blouse. Then she would kiss me and leave the room and I fell back into sweet dreams again. When I entered the common bathroom in the courtyard to wash myself and brush my teeth, she ordered me not to lock it from inside. She would follow me inside the bathroom after sometime and we would make love on. It felt like I had just stuck my head in a hot oven. I must have been blushing like a little girl. She told me she and her friends decided to stay and party instead. Then I noticed that she was drunk. I asked if she had been drinking. Instead of answering she just smiled and walked over to my bed. Embarrassed, I bent my legs to hide my boner under the covers and asked what she wanted. She sat on the bed and I scooted away a few inches. At that point I was getting pissed of and wanted her out of. As he inched the mirror downward, he saw her long, brown curls bobbing up and down and could hear gentle, suckling noises as his girlfriend deep-throated his brother. She was kneeling on the floor of the Impala, one hand out of Dean's view and the other splayed across the younger hunter's chest, flicking open the buttons of his shirt without ever looking up. Sam's hands were both fisted in her hair and Dean watched, mesmerized, as his brother pulled her harder and harder down around him, his. I'm still thinking, when the door swings open, automatic lock. I enter, looking around, and I ask timidly "Is anyone there?"The place is dark, the shutters are down and is lit only by a dim candlelight. I look around and enter, receiving no response, hearing no sound beyond my footsteps. The door closes behind me, and when I turn quickly to look at it, a person slips behind me. I gasp, I take a step back while I observe the woman who has just appeared: tall, thin, with an extremely pale.