I knew that my friend’s frustration would build up now.So he sat down, and I asked Treesa to come and join us. We all sat down and started some smal...l talks. In the meantime, Dia asked me to go and get some Vodka, as both these girls loved drinking. I went out, thinking that one of them might give him a company when I would be away. So I went out, got some drinks and snacks, and came back.On my return, I still saw that they were sitting there and just NOTHING happened among these three. I came. Brandon finished typing a few things into the computer before getting up and walking over to the couch I was sitting on. “You look exhausted," he said. “Ummm…thanks?” I said, a little offended by what he’d just implied. “No. Wait! I mean, you’re beautiful as always, but I can tell you’re tired. You’ve been here all day, so you must be.” I looked at the clock on the wall behind him, 11:15. I laughed to myself for having been so silly as to think I was in trouble. He was going to ask me if I. Wo boli naheen maine kaha ek baar ise choos to sahee par usne mana kar diya. Maine kaha tu aise he mana kar kar ke lund ke asli taste maza naheen le payegi. Maine apni ek ungli se apne lund ke tope ke ooper lage hue masale ko nikala aur kaha jara iske juice ka taste to dekh yeh kah kar maine uske moonh main apni ungli daali to use meetha meetha aur khushboodar laga usne meri saari ungli choose maari. Maine kaha ungli pe laga hua juice he tujhe ita maza de raha hai to tu lund chusegi to kitna. Bruce watched her swinging ass as they left. Bruce was incredibly turned on by it all. This was his fantasy, as hurtful as it was. He was addicted to the humiliation, the emotional pain. The jealousy raged inside yet it only served to make his tiny cock harder. He resisted the urge to touch himself and cum. That would ruin everything. Instead, he fixed his makeup, applying even more. He put on some soft relaxing music, poured more wine and went about giving himself his own manicure. When he was.