.i carry on till there both spotless.headmaster: "get into the toilet!"me: "ok....sir"headmaster: "kneel down....and bend your head over the bowl!"me:..."ok sir....i'm ready"He then kneel's down on the opposite side so he can get his hard cock into my mouth,then start's pissing!.......taking stack's more photo's.headmaster: "look up to the camera....slut!....let some drip out for the pic's....but i want you to drink the most of it!"I let some out,splashing into the water in the bowl.then gulp. I was pulverized and tenderized, and I was so fucking joyous, I might have cried a little. Big, happy tears, with laughter and giggles. I got lots of compliments. Those next two somehow fucked me harder, and when they had exhausted me, I moved again, this time letting fireman number five use my holes, both, back and forth to his pleasure. His buddies exploited my slut mouth for all they could (I couldn’t breathe several times!), and then, he asked if I would let his buddies take turns filling. Aisa unko 1 hafte tak krna hoga jab tak mera treatment chalega. Mom left me there with him an the other staff. Jab wo wapis room me aaye to mne unse poocha ki…Me: mama ji mujhe kya hua h?Mama ji: kch ni beta bas thodi si exercises bata raha hu wo krti rehnaMe: mama ji ksi exercises.Mama : room me chalo beta wahi bataunga.When I got into the room. Nurse ne bola ek bed pr let jaao . Fr wo nurse chali gayi or m akeli thi. Fr mama ji haath me ek chota sa bottle le kr aaye or room andar se lock kr. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a veritable feast, plenty of the local hooch, distilled from the cane sugar and a large open pit fire.They made music. Mostly with a West African basis, but some Caribbean influences made subtle differences to the cadence and rhythms. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum and dance, they made love with a wild abandon, knowing that their hangovers would pass during the next day.