My ass was on fire, my brain was on fire and My senses completely shot. I had forgot about the guy fucking my ass and that other person in the room. T...his was about me and how I was feeling. If you had said six months ago, I going to stick a fat broomstick up your ass, and you will enjoy it. I would have said “no fucking way, ass goes one way” How wrong was I.Evan was starting to go faster then he pulled out and spurted loads of hot creamy cum over my back.It was only after this when my ass. Arjun is back with another hot encounter in Delhi. For those, who have not read my previous encounters, I am a 27-year-old investment banker, working in Bangalore. I am 6’2″tall, muscular and a clean, big dick. This encounter I am about to describe happened two months ago when I went to Delhi to visit my married buddy Dheeraj. He is a Punjabi with a sexy Punjabi housewife, Ghazal. She is a very playful woman and makes every man want to fuck her.I flew to Delhi on Friday evening, and Dheeraj. "I ran up the stairs that lead to the 3rd floor apartment. I made a quick call on my cell phone, then went about getting things ready. The room is set up with a sitting area with two sofas and a coffee table, a little kitchenette, and a king-size bed looking out over the patio, which also serves as the back entrance to the apartment. I moved the coffee table to the side and got one of the upholstered dining chairs from the kitchen, setting it right in front of the sofas. Then I grabbed two. She reached out and pressed the button.A moment later, the door slid into the wall, and a hard-faced Hispanic woman with black hair stood there in tight jeans and a tank top. "What do you want?" she asked."Uh, the job?" Laurie answered.The other woman's jaw dropped! "You? A woman! You want to be a toilet slave?" Yes. Please!"The other woman motioned Laurie into the little room and closed the door."Have you had toilet training, or ever been a toilet slave before?" Yeah, my previous Master gave.