Ye kahani ye kahani karib 6 mahine pehle ki hai mera dost sub inspector tha aur uski posting delhi mai thi wo kaafi achha friend tha mera hum bachpan ...e dost thai . Ek din usne mujhe apne paas bulaya mai usse milne delhi gaya mera do din ka plan tha uske paas rukne ka .Jab mai delhi paucha to wo mujhe recive karne airport paucha fir wo mujhai apne flat pe le ke aaya us samay karib raat ke 9 baj rahe thei achanak uske office se phn aaya ki kuch kaam hai usne mujhe aaram karne ko bol ke jaane. I took a breath to try and calm down. My only chance of surviving Mr. Wilson would be to do what he said, and live in the moment. I looked down at the chat, dozens of messages were coming in. Far too many to reply to. Messages like “Hey Beautiful” “Hey gorgeous.” “Nice outfit” were a common theme. I looked at them like a deer in headlights“LMAO this slut looks nervous.” One said, further staking my nerves. "Must be a rookie"I looked up at Mr. Wilson. He glared at me to say wave and smile. I did. I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts. We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders. I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top. She was watching us. I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling. She obeyed. With a look I encouraged Paul to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did. She didn't object. She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed. I started to move my hands very gently across. When I rolled over, I had a hard on. He looked at my cock and said it was very nice when he was done with the massage, he dripped some oil on my cock and jacked me off. He pulled my cock so it was straight up in the air; he said I was a lot bigger than most guys, I came like a volcano, straight up and all over. He wiped me off; it was great. Shortly after that, I found a female masseuse at a place I was sure was a front for prostitution. She asked me discreetly if I wanted a “full”.