I pulled my arms against my sides holding my fake boobies tightly against me. His hands stopped at the bra strap and he held it like the rains of a ho...se and began fucking me hard and fast. With each thrust into my ass I felt my prostate send a jolt to the tip of my cock now sliding against silky wet nylon and knew I would cum any second.“You love this cock don’t you bitch?” He grunted between breaths from the workout of thrusting into me. He was pulling on my bra strap so hard I feared it. The three pillars were unoccupied.There was a small bag on a chair in the middle of the room. Alongside it was an envelope with George's name on it. The instructions contained in the envelope were terse. "1. Strip 2. Put on mask, gag and cock cage from the bag. 3. Ensure all locks are closed. 4. Place clothes in this bag and lock it. 5. Wait. E."George hesitated for a moment but then, energised by the thought of a further session with Erica, he started to follow the instructions that he had. “Wait till you see the good stuff” I continued roughly rubbing on my now massive bulge, uttering a low pitched groan, just to make a good show. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts---and lifting up from my butt, pulled them down to my knees. Then throwing my legs up exposing my ripe hairy ass, slowly pulled my shorts off from my feet, then tossed them across the room at one of the dudes that already had taken a slouch in the corner chair. He held my shorts up to his nose, and gave. I was there and right at 2:10 the doorbell rang. To my surprise it was really reema aunty, she was looking damn sexy draped into red saree with a red blouse.As during the afternoon time the building and locality is quite, and hardly any1 comes by in the wing so no one noticed her. I welcomed her in she sat on the sofa, I sat beside her and before she could say anything I got hold of her leg and starting pleading her that please don’t complain to my mom.. She took hold of my shoulder and said me.