.put a new cd in it..and played a file..I asked..”aaj koi nayi film laye ho kya..”. He said “..nai dear..ye meri aur meri ek colleague Priya ki ...hudai ki cd hai..”seeing that video..I again got wet and his lund also tightened…Then he laid upon me and pushed his tool inside my organ and started fucking me but after some time he said..”pata nai dear but mujhe maza ni aa raha hai…teri gaand chodne ka bada man kar raha hai aaj..”.I was shocked and said..”pagal ho kya..bahut dukhega..”he–nai dukhega. Come on, now.But I knew I needed to tread carefully, to take it slow. I was petrified to appear even the slightest bit different in case my suspicious parents or even my s1ster traced any personality shift back to the Cardello's pool. They'd ask questions, they always did, fucking good, caring parents that they were and still are. The day before had me freaked out. I still wasn't sure if anyone had seen Devon fucking Mandy giving me head. It was looking like I was okay but nauseous guilt dr@ped. This girl had changed tremendously over the past four years. Anju was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a sleeveless crop top which left her stomach tantalizingly exposed. The jeans was buttoned about an inch below the navel and the belly button looked gorgeous. Her shapely and nail polished feet were encased in platform heeled sandals. A clip held her hair in place. ‘Hi Jiju.’ She said locking her arms around Shekhar’s neck. ‘ How are you? Where is Didi?’ she asked with c***dish. He stepped back and closed the cabinet and as he did I caught a glimpse of something that made my blood run cold. Tucked in next to the computer were a syringe and small bottle of clear fluid."Open wide, sweetie," he said, placing the tip of the device where it would just touch the lips of her half open mouth. One side was relaxed and trying to close, but the other couldn't because of the obstruction in her jaw. She pulled her head hard to one side but he just grabbed her nose and pulled her.