The metallic door had a machined precision fit to the frame, people guessed to the micron level. Why spend money to do that? The craftsmanship was rem...rkable, but what was the point?The group had a brief discussion and realized they were potentially in some genuine trouble. Still, how bad could it be? At least the walkways were heated. That was an unexpected benefit. The deeper question about why the impossible architecture would just have to wait.A few women commented that it was scary their. Tab woh chhat pe se baar baar meri balcony ki or dekhti. Aur fir kya bas ab to unke naam ki muth marrne laga tha.Unko imagine kar ke hi itna maza aata ki kya batau. Ab kya hona tha. Signal mill raha tha. Bas approch karne ki deri thi. Fir mujhe pata laga ki inka pati bahar kahin rehta hai aur ye apne do chotte baccho ke sath rahti hai. Aur uska ghar hi single floor ka tha to koi aur nahi rahta tha.Ab to woh shubh ka jhadu lagana daily hone laga aur kuch zayada hi deep neck ke kadpe pehnne lagi. Oh, it was so hard stiff and big...I had never seen any grown up cock in my life. The cock started pulsating uncontrollably in my hands. I looked at Mala. She too had pulled out Arun's cock and was playing with it. Arun was also playing with Mala's boobs. In fact he had inserted his hands in her blouse and pulled out her boobs. It was so lovely. The heroin on the screen was now being denuded and was in just bikini and the hero was playing with her boobs.She was also playing with his cock and. I talked to her about her introduction to bondage when I tied her hands behind her back."Did you enjoy having your hands tied behind you, Shelly?" Once I got use to it." she replied.Then I asked about her introduction to disipline. "When you came on my leg without permission and I told you to lick it off, did you enjoy that?" I asked.She glanced over at the cage, embarrassed that somebody else now knew that she had done that and replied "Not really. I had never tasted my own pussy juice.