But, first he needed to blindfold me. He slipped the blindfold over my head and down over my eyes. I felt him take me by the hand and lead me out...of the door of the “cross room” as I call it. I knew we were in the hallway and I heard other people talking close to me. I felt several pairs of hands touch me. Someone lifted the robe a bit and ran his hands over my bottom while someone else put his hand on my throat and then ran it down the front of my robe to touch my breasts. I was. She dress up in a Georgette maroon sari and matching sleeveless blouse. She was standing in front of the mirror and posing like a sex goddess and brushing her hair.I got up and asked her why she changed her dress. She flushed and started giving excuses. I asked her to come to me. She stood unmoved and said, “I have to go and prepare tea for papa and Tarak.” I said ok and asked her to prepare tea for me too. I asked her to serve the tea in the hall. She agreed and went to the kitchen. I call for. She could feel it being rubbed all over her soft skin, before being dragged across her lips. It then entered her mouth. "Click." Amber felt a hand on the back of her head, guiding her face forward toswallow up the dick. She opened wide and felt it bump against the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull back but the hand held her in place. Then, to her relief, it withdrew. It was pulled from her mouth and slapped gently on her face. The cock was wet with saliva and made a loud. I had worked out, by this stage of course, that there was a gap enough to look through to their garden and be quite secluded myself. And as a teenage boy, jerking off was a natural habit.So, knowing no one was at home I went outside, keeping quiet and took up my position to spy on Bev. What a view – and with the crappy binoculars I had taken from the house, I could see her legs, and what I was convinced as the outline of her pussy. Cock in hand I started to beat off, focussed on that patch of.