'Oh yeah, I heard him mutter and he stood up and from the corner of my eye I saw his pants come off, then his weight as he mounted the couch. For a f...w seconds he stroked my lower back and ass, then he placed his hands under my thighs and lifted my ass from the couch. The next sensation was confusing at first, it felt like a finger worked itself in minute circles then slowly worked its way down my cleft. Somehow I figured what it was just before it buried itself into my anus. I didn't jump,. I suspect it was Mark's doing although I had no proof. In a hidden compartment in the floor were 2 brand new .50 caliber chain guns. We found they matched the external mounts perfectly and hookup to the controls was a breeze. The reason we looked for it was every storage compartment inside was crammed with sealed metal ammo boxes. When we opened one up we found .50 cal chain gun ammo!We'd already southern engineered a mount for the Gatling gun on the Sidewinder. It would do, but the chain guns. The house where I stayed had another single room next to my house which was usually empty and used by the owner occasionally. I owner was a local native of Hyderabad, and had one son Manju who was getting married in about 2 weeks. They were the most religious family in the area.In the month of December which is generally very cold in Hyderabad, Manju got married. I had been to the reception and had my hard-on drinking the beauty of the bride for a distance. The gifting queue was slowly growing. Then she stroked my slightly limp dick with her hand which became hard in seconds. ‘Lick it, bitch!’ I said. She put her mouth to it and licked it slowly and somehow very unconfidently, as though she was scared to do something wrong. ‘Move it!’ She started to move faster, she licked from the bottom till the head of my dick. ‘Get it out and suck it, you fucking whore!’ She did as I had told her. She slowly put her hand in my boxers and pulled my dick out, then let it go. It stood in front of her.