He told me it was the hottest,best sex he had in a long time and thanked me profusely. Wanting to get me off he asked me what he could do to make me c...um.A blow job sounded good to both of us. Moving back to the couch in the f****y room , he went down on me. Deep throating me, and slobbering all over my nut sack he had me close. He rubbed his finger across my asshole and I moaned out loud. Asking if I liked that , I answered,what was not to like? He coated his finger with spit and worked it. It fucking hurts. But ... Stephan only has one ... works. He thought sharing would be a bad idea. And needles...”“I remember.”“Fuck you.”“Sorry. I could get some.”“From your mom?”“Yeah. She’s got a stash at home, I’m sure. When she visits, for emergencies.”“When?” he asked.“Later. When their mom gets home.”He nodded. “Then why invite Stephan here?”“I wanted to talk to him. About using. Maybe he’ll give us some caution. And I’ll give him some money.”“I guess I should too.”“You don’t pay for. I sucked Manu’s balls so sensually. Then he rubbed his balls all over my face.Garima and Nuzla laughed at me as Manu’s balls sat across my nose, and his cock plopped on my forehead. The girls had brought a large crowd of Indian guys for me to suck off. Both Garima and Nuzla were entertained by the fact that I was a blushing cock-whore.They both made sure that my stomach was full of Indian cum every day. I sucked off 46 Indian guys while Garima and Nuzla took turns spanking my ass. It was all. But they had been avid lovers since her arrival on the Brandling Estate, a year earlier. Only Alf was party to their liaison and had been so helpful in ensuring their continued secrecy.But other events were set to disturb their secure intimacy. Only two weeks after the Newmarket triumph, Lord Duckham, racehorse trainer to the Prince Regent, true to his word, had labourers on the Brandling Estate, digging out foundations for the new stable block intended eventually to house up to twenty horses..