Aur phir se ek baar lnd lagake ander jaane k baad wese hi rook gaye wohut dard ho raha tha me rone lag gaya uncle mujhe samjhane lage aur dheere dheer... ander bahar karne lage thode der baadmujhe b dard thoda kam lagne laga aur uncle apna speed badhane lage me bhi maze lene lagi ek taraf payal aur kangan ki awaz aur dusre taraf siskariyan mujhe aur uncle ko aur bhi garam kar raha tha.Uncle jhatke pe jhatke laga rahe the aur mere mun se sirf aaannn uuum hhaann oohhh yyeee ki awaze nikal raha tha. Hand-in-hand she led me to where she would do it. Oddly, my mind was distracted, not thinking about what I was about to lose. I was conscious of walking with her to the chair. It was specially designed by woman who had originate the ceremony.. Glancing out into the ocean of faces watching, I smiled at her father seated in the front row.Sitting down in it, the three-inch wide metal bar with special attachments, forced my thighs apart. She looped a string around my erection, and pulled it back. He told me that I COULD lose my job over this but he was willing to not say anything to my boss if I serviced him regularly, “now get to it, clean my cock, I WANT you to lick all the sweat off it, then I’m going to fuck your throat” were his exact words, taking my tongue I licked his cock all over top to bottom, from every angle, I wanted to keep my job! That’s when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, from now on boy, YOU WILL call me SIR! All I could do was look at him, wide eyed and nod,. The taste of her honey pot had a strong tang to it, not unpleasant. But I was drawn inexorably to that taboo orifice of her back door.All this time, Dinda (that might have been her name) was sucking my cock expertly. I had picked her up at a food stall in the city; and, although she seemed innocent enough (especially in her plaid skirt and ponytail), I could tell she had enjoyed her fair share of naughty experiences, despite her age. She was certainly no stranger to cock sucking, as I was happy.