Agle din fir ghuma fira ke laaya, khub chat etc khilaya, ghar aate hi meine bina pooche hi uski nabhi mein ungli daal di aur tv dekhte hue baatein kar...e laga, nabhi mein ungli ghumata raha, fir nabhi ko chussa bhi, aur pooch baitha, ki jab nabhi chusta hun toh aapki nipple kadi kyun ho rahi hai, meri taraf dekhte hue boli pata nahi, lekin tum ko batane mein sharm aa gayee thi isliye nahi bola. Meine kaha sharm ki baat toh hai, lekin samsya badh gayee toh kya hoga? Aur usko jhut bol ke. I looked out. And starred in the eyes of a man that looked over the fence. Guess he was walking his dog or something. He must have been a tall guy because I never seen anyone look over that fence before. I recognized him as my physics teacher. He ducked down. I think he was hoping that I did not see him. But I did. Oh my god this was not happening. I panicked for a sec. Then I thought, it´s not me that is watching. He is, that grumpy old pervert. I stood up turned around and was acting like I. I started tearing and coughing while cum was coming out of my nose and mouth like a waterfall.After he came he started fucking my mouth and i enjoyed every bit of it,he smiled and told me that he hasn't had a bitch like me in years.I was spent,my face and chest were full of thick,gooey cum and i loved it.I went to bed for a few minutes to relax,then, out of nowhere i feel a sting in my shoulder,when i turn around i saw the old man holding a syringe and i asked him what was all that for,he told. I leaned forward and peered at them, and they were all of people having sex or standing around naked, mostly women. The backgrounds of the pictures were shadowy. “Thank you, Al,” Master said as he led me down a hall to our right. Something about the wood flooring felt fake and my heels echoed in a really strange way. When Master unlocked a door and led me inside, I had decided this was the worst motel I’d ever seen. The whole place stank of carpet shampoo and cigarettes. There was nothing but a.