He pushed the memory away but just as quickly Brian loomed up there, belt in his hand, standing over Rayne at the foot of the bed telling him with a s...eer just what he was good for. Twisting free he found himself kneeling in front of a succession of faceless strangers, made to suck them, one after another, and then forced to the ground kicking and fighting uselessly against their hands and their bodies… John Moon’s harsh, cawing laughter crackled in his head as he was humiliated for hard cash. Without lubrication it was a bit rough. Coach H slid entirely under the bed covers and pulled my shorts down. I felt his touch start to explore my hole. After a while his tongue went away and his finger came back. It slid into my hole with ease. After fingering me I felt Coach H slide his body up and over mine until his cock rested on my ass. It was a hard cock. Coach H thrust his pelvis against me several times before reach under the covers and positioning his cock so the head was. It looked bigger in his hands, and he noticed a wet patch, which he sniffed with deep inhalations and closed his eyes.And much to a delight, upon opening his eyes, Deepti spread her legs and started fingering herself. The whole of her hand appeared to slide into her fleshy pussy.“If my pantie has served you well, Kishen, please throw it at the face of my useless old husband kneeling before you,” requested Deepti. Kishen was hesitant out of his respect for Manoj sir. But looking at Manoj sir’s. The first few lashes were for heating, and then He ordered me to count. Of course, I had to thank him for every strike I received.He started.One. Thank you, Master...Two. Thank you, Master...Three. Thank you, Master...The strikes were falling on me like a summer rain, a downpour. It burned. It hurt. I writhed. My back and buttocks were like glowing. I closed my eyes and entered his rhythm. Each new strike brought still more pain, with each new pain I was more and more his.Fifty. Thank you,.