God, they were beautiful and identical, with short pixie style black hair, almost elfin facial features and little bumps as tits. Their hairless cunts...were mere slits. They reminded me of the supermodel, Cara Delevingne."Hello," said one of them, "How are you feeling, Robinson?" Fucked up, need a piss and I can't move. Other than that, I'm hunky-dory. Nice of you to ask."She nodded, "I am Vindar and this is Azani. You will be allowed to move if you promise no v******e, not that it would get you. "No," he says, "we like it rough. We're purists, nothing but Afro-American saliva to lubricate our passion." "Please," I say. He's still holding still, the pain is subsiding slowly. "How do you feel," he asks after an eternity. "Better," I say. "I'm in by three inches, five more to go." I wiggle my butt. He slaps it casually. "More spit," I plead. "OK, he says, but it'll hurt again." He exits, spits some more spit onto his dick. Another thrust, another painful explosion, as predicted.. "Mark was speechless. Phil said, "Relax, I'm just a golfer."I broke out laughing as Mark fell all over himself to get us what we needed. Mark did ask for a favor. He asked if Phil would pose for a picture in the pro shop with him. Phil agreed and Mark disappeared and came back with his camera. I got Steve to take the picture with Phil, Michael, Mark, and me.The rest of the guys showed up from the range and I filled them in on the groupings. We went out and prepared the carts. It was amazing. My mom has a lot of friends in our locality and they spend their evenings together by sitting outside of our house and chit chatting with each other.After my day with my aunt I was feeling uneasy to face her directly so I was feeling little hesitant to see her as I said before my aunt is one of my mom’s best friend and my aunt too had lot of friends in our locality. One day I got a call from an anonymous number as I lifted the call I was shocked. It was a lady of our locality and she is the.