Tell me the truth.’‘Okay,’ I said.‘Did you have sex last evening?’I was taken aback by the question. What the fuck! What should I say? She a...ked me the question again. I said yes.She said, ‘I knew it. Your dick was erect and could see that from your shorts.’‘Hehe,’ I smiled and said, ‘Sorry about that.’‘No no no it’s not the problem. But the problem was cleaning your cum from my cupboard.’I remembered. I had rubbed my dick by mistake on the dressing table and some places and lazy Yukta didn’t. Her small rounded nose gave cuteness to her features, but her stare and the straight line of her mouth with its thin lips, even the half I could see not hidden by the microphone of the headset looped around her dainty right ear, spoke of intelligence and seriousness found in a dedicated thirty year old woman belying any suggestion that cuteness represented an empty headed innocence.Carefully hidden buckles where the baffles held support for the costume having been unbuckled by her assistants,. All I could do was too grip the desk top and whimper as Mitchel's penis throbbed and squirted spurt after spurt of his substance. Each explosion of sperm from his penile tube struck the walls of my rectum with such power that my entire body shuddered each time he shot a load. Mitchel didn't lay down on my back, he just held my buns and pulled his rigid penis back and forth as he emptied his balls of their loads. My thighs trembled in pain as Mitchel slid his slick sperm shaft back and forth his. A little bit of blood dripped from my nose onto the carpet. I tried to get up again but as my head started to spin I knew it was not a choice and instead opted for crawling. I crawled out into the hallway and I could feel the cold air hit my still naked body my nipples turned hard and chills ran down my back. I kept going. As I rounded the corner in the hallway I saw my daughter and sons bedroom doors open and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I wished once again that I was dead and that.