I just about passed out on the spot. This girl could suck a dick like you wouldn’t believe. She was like a vacuum, it was incredible.“Oh, damn…�...� I moaned, more loudly than I would have liked.“Enjoying yourself, Himanshu?” was the response from across the room. Just then, she stopped.“What’s the matter, baby?” I whispered, stroking her hair.“Himanshu bhavsar?” she asked meekly.“Yeah, it’s me,” I whispered, “but we’re not supposed to tell.”She was silent.“Who is this? Jyoti? Divya? I thought I. ."And he snapped the cover shut and all but ran from the room, hearingthe laughter behind him.He ran down the hall and out of the building. He found a bench awayfrom the drama building and started to cry into his hands, hoping noone walked past. Not that it mattered. You could always see some girlcrying, which was getting less weird. It was his chance, for once, tonot be weird and he fucked it up. He wasn't any good at drawing. Hewasn't good at anything. Why did he think he could be?He. This time she was careful as she took a sip of coffee. Deciding it wiser not to say anything she carefully kept her gaze averted while she drank her coffee. ‘So how long have you been engaged?’ Ren asked casually. Janey turned cautious eyes his way but there was nothing in his demeanour to suggest any trick or annoyance. ‘Adam asked me to marry him about two weeks before Nicky’s Christening,’ Janey said looking down at her empty cup. ‘Want another cup of coffee?’ Ren asked quietly. ‘I’m right. I could feel her reach down and get the rope tied to my cock. Mistress Melissa spoke again. "Slave, this is Gloria and Harriet. They are also your Mistresses." I looked at Mistress Gloria and Mistress Harriet. Mistress Gloria was about 5' 10" tall, with shoulder length brunette hair and brown eyes. Her breasts looked like large cantaloupes. Mistress Harriet was about 5' 4" tall with long black hair and brown eyes. Her breasts looked like grapefruit. I wondered what Mistress Melissa had planned..