He crossed the room, nodding to several men he knew. "George," he said happily as he pulled out a chair, flipped aside his coattails and sat, pulling ...down his waistcoat and adjusting the looped chain that flopped across his belly. The man on the other side of the table glared at him, slurping down another oyster."Mac," he said gruffly. "Where's that money y'owe me?" Storm off the Capes," said Holmes. "Ship hasn't been heard from." I don' give a hoot 'bout that," said his companion, leaning. Conservative in a peculiarly urban-middle class-Indian way, they perfectly encapsulated the struggle for India’s soul. It was perfectly normal for them to, for example, have a best friend belonging to a different religion/caste… but the idea of an inter-caste marriage was still something of a culture shock. This pseudo-conservatism extended in particular to their daughter’s love life. While she was allowed, even encouraged to wear modern clothes and watch Western movies/tv shows, the idea that. I remain blindfolded, but I would know that lovely cock anywhere. His musky scent fills my mouth and nose, and I can see he is truly enjoying himself by all of the pre-cum he has dribbles on my tongue. I begin sucking him in earnest while Cameron fucks me hard and fast. Cameron is big - rather huge, in fact - and I feel my cunt stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. I feel someone pressing lightly on my back, moving me so instead of sitting, riding Cameron, I am nearly lying on top of him.. " Yes... fuck me! Fuck me hard!"That's all it took to get my Master going again. The butt slapping wasloud along with our moans and squeals. (His moans - my squeals)With my hips being pulled hard into his, I couldn't do anything but thinkabout the cock that is being driven deep into my guts, filling me,stretching me, and making my legs quiver this time.A gruff and guttural "You want more of this Leslie?" came from behind me."I think you do." "I gonna give you what you want."I was bent over.