The “Sevadars” or the servants of baba, who were standing on the door to the cave, were checking me again and again.It was a loose salwar kameez b...ut the roundness and pokiness of my boobs were still visible. Our turn came and the servants took us in the first room. Both of them, two males of middle age with good built and body, took turns in checking me and Manu.The first of them smiled and I told me to raise the arms and the same as the other asked Manu. She knew this procedure and she did it. "Well, since you don't seem to have a copy of your resumé right at hand," (as I hoped, this got another giggle) "how about where you're from, where you're going, and what you plan to do in between?" Gee," she said with another grin, "you don't ask for much, do you!" She looked down at her hands, and thought a minute. "Well, like I said, I'm twenty-three, double-major senior at the university here in town. Music education and software design," she said, anticipating my next question. "I'm from. His cock wasn't huge, but it would certainly do the job!In no time it quickly became a hardcore fuck fest! I was screaming like crazy as the two of them took turns shoving their cocks in my pussy and mouth. Our friend has already given me a few orgasms with his mouth before we even started fucking. We was trying hard to impress me with his skills, almost a little too much, but as long as he had me cumming I was okay with that. At one point when I was on my back taking the strange cock, I raised. Pam read the label.“Tummy butter? What, do you plan to baste me like a turkey?” she asked.“This was what the lady at the store told me to get,” I said to defend myself.I rubbed it on her tummy and sides and then smiled.“She said I should also put it on your breasts.”“I bet she did,” Pam said, but took off her bra.I took extra care to make sure they wouldn’t be marred. When she began to breathe hard, I gave her my best lecherous look.“Why can’t I refuse you?” she asked.“Because you’re mine.”I.