He said please don’t raise my mood further. I just licked it and tasted his drops of sweat(as I always love his sweat and aroma). I started to tease...his nipples over his tight t-shirt. Suresh placed his hands inside my shorts and hold my cock. He started to play with my rod. We didn’t attempt further as we don’t want to be caught by anybody. Then we didn’t know when we slept. Somehow we reached Ooty by 6.30am.We boarded a resort there. We just lay down on bed and were discussin for the day’s. .. ?"He guided my mouth back to his cock. As my head bobbed up and down onhis shaft his hand slid down my body and between my ass cheeks. Hisfinger found the jeweled end of the buttplug and pressed against it."I'll have all night to use your mouth and ass again and again andagain." Mmmmm," I moaned."The real question is where I want to deposit my first load," he said."You're doing such a good job sucking my cock I almost want to blow itdown your throat." Mmmmm." Or perhaps I should shoot it. I was panting as he stepped back and used his finger to indicate that I follow him. He led me downstairs to a dimly lit basement. I tried to keep my eyes off of his exposed glutes rocking to and fro as we descended the stairway. His basement had been converted to a dungeon reminiscent of a gothic horror movie. The walls were painted red and lined with all sorts of devices and equipment I've only seen on porn sites. I hadn't expected that. There was a padded table, St. Andrew's Cross, and what. Your fantasy is to be the person who makes other people's fantasies come true. You are the slave; they are the master.Naturally you resist the idea at first. Everybody wants to think they are the strong one, or at least, every man wants to be a 'real' man. But over time you allow the slut to come out in your dreams and fantasies.But only in your dreams and fantasies. In real life you fake it. You try to live up to the standards that your parents expect of you. You hide behind what they want you.