"From time to time each of them turned to glance at Dylan and myself. I had already been fucked twice and my third time was coming.Dylan's strong arms... went around my waist and he locked his fingers under myarse. I lifted my feet off the ground and wrapped my legs around him. Hecarried me out of the bathroom, still kissing me. Dylan, being strong, hadno problem carrying me and took me across the room to the fire. I unwrappedmy legs from around his waist and he set me down on the thick rug.. She wore high-heeled ankle-boots and surprisingly little make-up. A small handbag and a mobile phone was all her hand luggage. They chatted for a bit as K. drove down the whole length of Boris Avenue once more. After the usual pleasantries he asked what she would/could do and how much it all cost. To his surprise she did almost everything. She insisted on a condom for any penetration (which included anal), kissing was allowed, as were blowjobs, facials and he could go down on her too if he. Seemed to have rediscovered a libido buried inside her for so long alone, now freed and jumping. She raped me. That’s truly the only way I can describe that evening, that night, overnight, and the following morning: a rape in every possible position, in every room upstairs, even on the stairs, and in the main room downstairs, where we woke with the morning birds’ calling – no doubt watching through the windows at our 69 position, my mouth lolling over Pai’s cunt, hers equally exhausted with my. She was in full pleasure and sometimes I can see her getting her eyes closed in pleasure but due to immense crowd and loud music going on in the bus nobody can notice what’s happening in the last corner of the bus.It was now too much for me and I can’t stop myself getting involved in this pleasure game. My hands were soon touching her body and slowly I tried to manage my right hand start moving in between her sari folds. I was now holding the seat rod with left hand and my right hand was.