He looked around the room. A rich man’s underground bunker, with a huge fancy bed, four poster, with big wardrobes on the wall, and a laptop.“No b...throoms?” he said.Dumb question, and she looked at him with a raised brow before laughing.“Vampires don’t shit or piss, man. We’re dead. We drink blood and sleep during the day.”“Right, right...” He leaned against the wall, and looked around some more at the indulgent decor while the woman put her friend on the bed. “He safe here?”“We just need to. Next morning I did what I always do at times of crisis. I called my good friend Carol and invited her out for coffee.No! Get your mind out of the gutter! How dare you! Carol and I had been best friends since our very early teens and, although we went to our school’s Prom Ball together, we never actually dated, as such.The school’s then headmistress had seen Grease at the local cinema and she’d thought that what worked on the big screen depiction of 1950s America would work for a British. “Now that was different,” I said.Amy was very apologetic. I reassured her there was no need to apologize. The three of us sat there for the longest time, absorbing the unbridled passionate exchanges in our very own ways. Amy extended her arm and hand off the couch towards Stephanie who lay totally naked on her back, looking up at the ceiling.Stephanie made her way on to the couch as Amy repositioned herself. The two of them lay intertwined beside each other. I slipped closer to the couch and. Lala put one of the CDs from his collection, and it started a gay movie. It represented a similar submissive boy, with an older daddy. I was laying in Lala’s arms while watching the movie.After around 15-20 minutes, I started again feeling naughty, and Lala knew he had played well. Then Lala said-Lala: Jaanu neeche let jao, main tumhare upar chadh jaata hu.I was eagerly waiting for it. I slept with my stomach down and ass up. Then Lala pointed his dick again on my ass-hole, and he slept over.