It was between the second and third period when the incident occurred, I had a little bit of time, so I popped into a restroom to relieve myself.I did...’t think anything was wrong at first, I didn’t see anyone else in there, so I took care of business. It was only as I was washing my hands, that I heard something.“Come on hand over the money I know you have on you, or I will push your head down this toilet.” a gruff voice came from one of the cubicles.Now that got me pissed, that was really low.. Now he ordered me and Nandu to move to Chudai room for further chudai. After reaching there he asked me to make one more peg and when I did this he ordered me to becoming ghodi keeping my hand on stool. I obeyed. He then kept the tray of wine on my straighten flat back and starting sipping. “sir jab tak aap wine peete hain kya main aapki is randi mehamuda se apna lund chuswa sakta hun” nandu ne kaha. I was amazed listening this this from my husband Nandu. Now he was also treating me as a whore. My first memory of my childhood is etched in my mind. I was around 5 or 6, we lived in Slidell, La. It was the late 80’s. I don’t remember if it was ’87 or ’88. I recall it being summer and my mom had brought me to a family friends dentist office. I don’t know how they knew each other, but I knew him, and had seen him at our house many times. My parents and he would go out on some times with other friends. My first few visits I don’t recall much but simple checkups. But one occasion started out. Mike initially stayed in the water with his back to me, as if he still needed to wash. I called out to him and tried to encourage him to sit near the fire with me as surely he was getting cold in the water. He eventually gave in and came out of the water. I could see as he stepped out the water that he didnt just have a semi, his cock was straining against his wet boxers. The sight of this was almost enough to make me blow my load there and then. I patted the ground next to me and suggested he.