I will tell this story in his own words.My name is Vishal. I live in Bangalore, I am 27 years old and work in MNC. I live in a flat in Bangalore, with... college friend Rahul. My roommate Rahul works in another company. We live in a flat which has 2 bedrooms, an open kitchen, a dining room with a TV and a sofa set. This flat belongs to Rahul.My story starts one year back when only Rahul and I use to stay in that flat. One Friday night, we decide to have whiskey for enjoyment and while having. I tried to look scared by not kissing him back. He broke the kiss immediately, and planted a tight slap on my cheek shouting, Bitch! You better enjoy the act with us. We can kill you both if you don’t.” He started kissing me again, and I reciprocated it this time. My hubby was watching all of this helplessly. As the masked person continued to kiss me, he laid his body down on me, and started rocking the body over mine. I was already wet, and this was turning me on even more. I wrapped my legs. Fondling her naked boobs was a great feeling. Though I could not see them because of the prevailing darkness in the room, since she had unzipped her nighty, I had a great sensation fondling and kneading her breast. Those memories still give me a hard on to this day though 20 years have passed by.While I was mad fondling her boobs I found her hand on my penis and my god I was in the zenith of ecstasy. Without wasting any more time she slid her hand in my shorts and welcomed my rock hard penis in. Mr. Taylor still had that look of eerie calm on his face, and I just sat there mindlessly fiddling with the happy meal toy.When we got home I went straight to my room and lied down. I thought about one thing primarily, how much I'd changed. On the inside I felt like I had changed as much as my body. I felt weaker on the inside every bit as much as I did on the outside. I felt as though psychologically I'd lost just as many years as my body showed.So who was I anymore? Was I Jason? Was I.