Just like every year, I was planning for my birthday when I got a text from Rahul. He said the guys were throwing me a birthday party at the club. So ...all I had to do is dress up and be there at 11 pm. I was really happy, so I did as asked.I pampered myself to a spa and a parlor treatment before dressing up in my very low v-cut dress. It was backless until just above my ass. It was one of the sluttiest outfits I owned. As I said, I go absolutely crazy. So I donned that dress and set out for the. Again I complied without question. He began sliding his rock hard, dripping cock into my mouth, pushing all the way in until I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. Then he began fucking my mouth. I gagged a little and coughed up some saliva. That actually made it better and his cock began sliding in and out of my throat more easily.I realized I was furiously fucking myself with the toy, plunging it in and out of my asshole as fast as I could. It felt. As she struggled to remove herself from the strangers grip, a hard body pressed tight against her back and hot breath flowed over her neck as he whispered in her ear."Careful there, you don't want to fall."Tensing at the unwanted contact she tried again to pull away, but the crush of people in the carriage meant she was trapped, the other passengers shooting angry glares at her as she bumped against them.Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore the warmth seeping through her thin dress from his. All the women laughed, but Elizaveta squeezed my hand, which said she HAD chosen me.“A prophet has no honor in his hometown,” I replied smugly.“Well, he’s not the first man to have a ‘God complex’, that’s for sure!” Mom said.“Oh, he doesn’t,” Clarissa smirked. “HIS god is sitting next to him on the loveseat!”All the women laughed again and I just smiled. I didn’t mind the teasing at all, and honestly, I hadn’t seen a hint from Elizaveta that she’d be controlling, just that she’d help me be the.