"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was a maid? At some kink party? And what did he mean that it would be hard for me but that I wasn't "allowed..." to have any contact with a real cock? I was never going to touch a real cock, I didn't care what the fuck he said. Sure, I guess in a twisted sort of way it was all funny up to this point, but there was a line and this was beyond a shadow of a doubt crossing it. I opened my mouth to object, only to be greeted with a zap of the collar and a tug. It's not every girl who could handle having her mouth fucked as well as my niece currently did.I bucked hard into Katie's mouth several times. I was so close to cumming that I was involuntarily compelled to ram my cock as deeply as I could with each ramming thrust. Sometimes, my cock head pushed at the entrance of her throat. I could tell Katie's reaction was that she didn't like it. I wasn't intentionally trying to push it down her throat but in my desperate need to stick my cock in her mouth. Sunday 11th of August, 10 am:Aamir was at the coffee shop where he and Rashid habitually met.“Aamir, I hope you’re up for a job far away from home.”“Where is it?”“Gujarat.”“Okay, when?”“This Friday, maybe Saturday. You need to leave from New Delhi at 7:10 pm this Friday.”“By flight?”“Yes, and you’ll be in Surat by 9 pm.”“When do I come back?”“The next Sunday. You leave Surat by 9.30 pm and come back by 11.20.”“Sounds good. What do I have to do?”“Nothing big. Just some training sessions for some. Marissa was still with another client and I was offered a cup of coffee or a soda and sat in the lobby surrounded by several lovely gals. I didn't say much of anything and the only magazines around were of hairstyles and Glamour and the like. I forgot to mention that I brought pictures of the style I wanted, but I picked up a magazine, the Glamour, anyway, and waited. I was already having a good time and hadn't done anything except pick up a book and wade through it and imagine the rest of.