Hum drink smoke krte ghumte yaha waha aftr raat ko but muje thoda uska behavior change hota dikha after few days.Ek din jab me uske ghar gaya tab uski...aunty ko dekha wo to pure housewife dikh rahi thi mast sawala rang ye bhare bhare boobs mast gand . Us din ke bad me roj waha jane laga usi time muje ye pata laga ki mera friend pranav ek gay he . So 1 day jab hum drink kar rahe the tab maine hi pucha ke ye sach he kya to usne haa bataya fir wo muje seduce krne laga but me koi gay sex me intrest. ‘No…ok. I’ll do it. Ok’. The girl looked down at the floor. No-one could know about this. The big man clapped his hands. Nodding in contentment towards the two whores. ‘Girl’s, go get this bitch dressed up to ho’. Squeek felt better after the meal. Chicken soup was his favourite and now he was ready for a beer and a nice blowjob off Chantelle or Rosy. He pushed his cart slowly up the street, avoiding the potholes. Almost home. Time to settle into his self made home and invite one of the ladies. “You can’t do this! You can’t treat me like a slave girl!” Emma said.“The moment I certified you genuine you were just that! Some of the richest men in the world have seats at the auction. Especially well represented are men from the Middle East and Asia. The best thing you could do is pose in a sexy manner and to do what the auctioneer says: no question asked!” he said.“Why should I agree to that? You won’t get away with this!” said Emma.“I wouldn’t bet on that Emma. We’ve gotten away with it. He paused once he was all the way in.“Baby, you are so fucking tight and so fucking wonderful, I can hardly stand it.”With that, he began fucking my ass, slowly and gently at first, then faster and harder as we went along. As he did, he leaned forward and slid his hands from my hips to my boobs, which he squeezed and fondled as he pumped his dick in my ass. After a little while, he began to breathe harder, panting and moaning, which I could hardly hear over my own moans. He eased his hands back.