I couldn't resist stroking it a few times as I positioned it to penetrate your hot hole. I took my fingers and slid them inside of you to get your jui...es on them. Then I wrapped my hand back around his shaft and smeared your wetness and his pre-cum all over his dick. He moaned as I slid my hand over the head and slid it back down the shaft. Then I guided it to your pussy and held it as he pushed it inside your wetness. I felt it jerk as your heat enveloped it, then I let it slip through my. Why? I didn't do anything, except exactly what they both wanted? But they were mad at each other and me.I remember the day a friend and I were watching TV. Some commercial came on with a ballet thing. My friend said, "All ballet dancers are queer." You sure?" I asked him."Yeah. All guys who dance ballet are queer," he said knowingly.I started thinking. The two most beautiful sets of girls anywhere are gymnasts and ballerinas. Imagine. All those beautiful women, wearing next to nothing and all. We both were drenched with all the dishes that were brought including our sweat. He took me to the bathroom.We both were in the bathroom at 2 in the morning where we bathed in cold water which was freezing while we came in the bed I thought it was over.But Chawla had a beer made me drink some with a cigarette in his hand just was seeing me as I was sleeping nude in the bed. I was feeling cold and want to wrap a blanket but he didn’t allow.As he was smoking as well as with his one hand he was. Unable to help myself, I rub my arse back against your crotch. You give my arse a sharp slap. “Enough of that, you greedy thing,” you chastise me. I fear I have disappointed you, but I can hear a smile creeping into your voice. I relax. Which leaves me unprepared for the next spank. Bent over, hands on my ankles I am defenseless. You slap me for a third time before pausing. “Lets do this properly, slut. Count each spank and if you do a good job I might let you have my cock in your mouth.” I.