'Looking good.' I said, and climbed on to one of the cross trainers. I'd been pounding away for about five minutes, just starting to build up a sweat,... lost in my thoughts, when I pulled up short as my bottom exploded in pain. My hands flew to my backside, kneading the soreness through the lycra. Jeff held up a cane - one of the thin, whippy ones - and smiled lasciviously. 'I do apologise,' he said, not meaning a single word. 'But I couldn't take any more of watching that beautiful ass gyrate in. There you go ... But not too much. You gotta let her know you're there too." Uh ... O-O-Oh ... Ow!" Chris was bouncing his butt off the saddle."You have to relax. Just ride the horse, Chris. Kind of move with her..." I undulated my body in an exaggerated way to show him what I meant, and it was hard to keep from laughing."Ka-ay ... My bu-utt is already so-ore..." He frowned, his head jerking as the horse moved. Chris looked like a little boy and it was cute."I bet!" I giggled, remembering how. We did hand jobs too. My dick was Paining due to excessive cumming but he gave some drug and urged me on. Hand jobs feel weird. They are clumsy. We took a bit of rest.We then got dressed and exchanged phone no.When P reached home, I ran in to the bath room and started masturbating. I was thinking of our encounter. I then called him that evening and we decided to meet up.Next day we net in a hotel where he had booked a room. As soon as we entered he locked the door. And put on the TV at high. Ramesh – How was the journey?Me – It was good, bhaiyya.Ramesh – Have you eaten anything?Me – No, bhaiyya.Ramesh – It’s ok. We will eat once we are at home.Ramesh bhaiyya took us to his apartment complex. His flat was on the 10th floor. We reached his flat. We ate lunch and talked about things back home.After a bit,Ramesh – So Nilesh, when do you have to join?Me – Tomorrow.Ramesh – Good. Download the m-Indicator app on your phone. It’s a must in Mumbai. Now go on, you must be tired, have some.