“Well, we play truth or dare. I’ve been dared to kiss, strip, fuck and give oral sex to every one of the girls – and guys.” “Guys implies mo...re than one,” Brad was drilling down. The thought occurred to me that there was another kind of drilling I’d like him to take on. “OK,” I told him. “About a dozen different guys at parties playing games. And, there’s the camping trips with Josh, who’s the gay guy. And…” I hesitated. “Spit it out, it’s a load of cum.” I liked it when he talked dirty. “Well,. "I know what you want,what you are thinking." But why did we have to go get the shoes?" I asked."Because the shoes you have don't go with that outfit, honey," shecontinued. "But you didn't object one bit. And why? Because you wantedsome cute shoes to go with the new outfit. And weren't the shoes wefound very cute? Those espadrilles you're wearing go great with th restof your outfit. And those red pumps. Ooooh, you're going to love thoseshoes!" I wasn't crying anymore. "You're right,". I'm sure she must be able to see the tent that my cock was making in the bed sheet, especially now that she had smoothed the sheet down around me. God, I can actually feel my cock throbbing and twitching. I wish it would go away.I can hear the gentle splash of Jean moving a bucket or bowl of water to the side of the bed. I can smell warm soapy water. For a horrible moment I think she might be planning to give me a bed bath!It is probably not too late for me to 'wake up' but I feel compelled to. For the first time, I started making verbal expressions. “Don’t feel shy – do it nicely, a—h just like this!” Bachchu was too excited to talk to me. He faithfully obliged and drove me wild with greater and greater ecstasies. While Bachchu was cupping my breasts, his hands were working under the pallu of my saree and I was still careful in not exposing my breasts completely. Actually, he was still sitting behind me and although my boobs were completely in his possession, those were out of his.