“I guess that rule number 2 will have to be that you sit on a towel every time that you are sitting on any kind of fabric.” Jack said when I got u...p telling them that I had to go to the bathroom.As I sat on the toilet I contemplated my situation. Was I happy with the latest turn of events? Did I need to start looking for somewhere else to live? Could I trust these 2 to not send photos of the naked me to any of my family or work colleagues? Could I really spend all of my time in the apartment. He gently lifted me like a baby and lay me on my back on the table. The table width was ok for my height. If I were taller, my head would have been over the edge of the table. He pulled chair, parted my legs and cunt lips with fingers and I could see fascinated looks in kids faces as they looked into internals of my cunt.“Wow. It is so beautiful and delicate like a rose flower. Dad, will your cock go in her tight cunt?” Abhinav expressed doubt. I also had same fear and begged Ashok sir to let. There were the guys that probably got on Hasan station. Since I was now up, I asked them if they could share the joint with me. I did not realize that as I leaned from the upper berth, they could see my navel area and cleavage perfectly.They passed me the joint with the same lusty spark that Arvind and others had at the station.I took a few puffs and passed them the joint again, leaning down and this time, intentionally showing my bra to them, as I was feeling naughty. Then I got down and went. Shame was not an adequate word to describe her feelings. Shame and confusion. Joy and humiliation, rage and happiness an mixed up together. Ralph would have referred to such a condition, puffing medically on his pipe, as "multi-phrenial."Before her very eyes, the nearest couple were engaging in active sodomy. The woman was about thirty-nine, with long red hair falling down her back which her dog was using as a cushion as he reamed her well-lubricated nether passage, his long tongue hanging.