Days were passing on in this way.One fine day we planned for a movie. I arrived at her hostel with my bike and was waiting for her, she came in jeans ...nd t-shirt. On our way to movie it started to rain suddenly as all Hyderabad’s people know how unpredictable climate is here. So we got drenched in rain and entered the mall with partially wet outfits. She went to washroom to dry herself and then we went to movie.As soon as the movie started I felt much colder and went to washroom to dry myself.. The she would have Chad swap the stuff out and he would move the items she replaced to the basement. After he moved stuff she would sometimes buy another piece that would give her an even better grouping and poor Chad would have to swap things out again. I heard him complain about his aching back more times than I can remember. I never thought about the stuff down there. Depending on your taste you might want to use some of it rather than what's upstairs. Or you could sell it and probably get. “Peter, I want you to wash your cock before it goes into any other of my holes. OK?”“Why don't we all have a shower together?” my boss suggested.In the shower the two men spent a lot of time 'washing' my boobs, my pussy mound and my bum. They paid scant attention to the rest of my body. I, of course, took great care 'washing' their pricks but didn't worry too much about the rest of their beautiful bodies, except that I enjoyed the feel of wet skin against wet skin as we pressed together. By the. "Knees, cocksucker," he demanded firmly.Although I never saw myself as a submissive, the past week had proved I was, and although I wanted to stand up to him, I felt myself lowering to the ground, my resolute defiance shattered in two words."Good cocksucker," he smirked, as he pointed, "Crawl over here to this secluded spot."I wordlessly obeyed, shame and hunger burning through me like it always seemed to when push came to shove."Fish it out, cocksucker," he ordered.I again obeyed, pulling his.