That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a ...spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones that revealed much Indian blood, walked away. The prince only wanted to cause her discomfort and he was sure this would do the trick. The one flaw, well maybe not the one but at least the biggest was that now Snaggletooth had a belly full of copper sticks and once the lighting interacted with all that ductile metal, well I assume you can guess the result. The prince noted that the beast let out a ghastly roar and expired on the spot. I now understood that the mighty croc had not been mounted by an unproven taxidermist but by the hands of. I twisted, pinched, and played with it, and moans escaped here and there.I turned her around. I pulled off my old blue t-shirt and we both were half-naked. The mangalsutra was hanging between her breasts. I held her face and kissed her on the lips. Pallavi didn’t respond.Then I pulled her chin up to see her face. I think she was again in a confused state. I tried to kiss her again. She moved her head sideways trying to avoid my kiss.Dr. Pallavi: Please stop this. I am married. I shouldn’t. I was blindfolded, fitted with a funnel gag, shackled to the floor on all fours and bound with a gaff to hide my dick. A ring from the gaff was chained to the floor to keep me from bucking. The call had gone out. One by one, in pairs and groups, men were showing up for a free piece of ass. Some would leave and come back with more friends. I was gangfucked all night long, forced to eat all the sperm I was fed. Guys were hanging around watching, drinking beer, when thier need arose they were told.