I began to stroke him again and this time he responded. His cock grew slowly until the shaft was more than four inches long and the head filled out ni...ely."The snake is rising," I said with a smile. "How does this feel?" Sorta pleasant, but not really erotic. It's like it isn't fully connected to my brain."I stood as I was stroking him and let my pants fall to the floor. I was wearing sheer black panties that matched my bra. I was also wearing black thigh-high stockings. His eyes riveted now on. I reached for the shower gel and squeezed some into my hand, I rubbed it into my shoulders, then my arms and then across my waist. I moved the soapy hands up over my breasts and started to rub them, as I did so I started to remember some of the things that had been said to me, some of the naughty things I had said to people on FaceBook and Twitter. My mind was starting to race and my hands were rubbing harder into my breasts. I felt my nipples go erect and my left hand started to pinch my. We all were so tired that we slept nude in the hall itself. I usually get up early in the morning no matter how late I sleep. When I got up, the room was stinking of cum. My pussy was aching because of Raghav’s immense pounding. I got up and had a long hot water bath. Washing myself of the cum and relieving myself of the pain in my vagina. I woke up both these guys because it was time for the maid to come. I told them to freshen up and get dressed and go to their house and sleep. I told them. He cries and begs and I say keep that up my dick just gets harder and redder when you do that. Now talk to me about Jesus while I spear you. Go ahead convert me. Save my soul. No no please stop he says. So pathetic. I ram it hard, and he squeals like a pig and cries his fucking eyes out. I rake his back with my fingernails as I drive my expanding red dick into his asshole. I grab a handful of that blond twinky hair and yank his head back. Squeeze it as I pull out. DO IT! He tightens his.