. Paranjhadhum aa roama rahidha madhana poayikayil muham amarthi, aa krisari ye naavu khondu chuttichu yeembhi yeembhi valichu… yikhili khondu kidan...nu pakida kalicha ammamma yente muham pidichuyarthi, che.. Yenduva yidhu avidam motham ozhuki olichu vrithi kheadaayirikkaya aaghe mootram naattaa… adheyo yenikk anghane onnum thonniyillallo.. Ammammakk yenkhane rasmundhaayillayo… yenikk yeadhaandokke poale aakunnu… adhaa paranjhadh… yee sree-purusha bhogha suham aaswadikkhanamenghil chila vittu. Jon is the tallest of our group and could probably play basketball professionally if he tried since he stands at a mighty six foot eight. He's not the best dressed, usually found in a t-shirt and jeans paired with a clean shaven beard and short cropped hair, but he's the sweetest person in any room he walks in. I stand at six foot even and have a politician's haircut framing my face. I take pride in my appearance making sure to always dress in button down and Chino's. I've been hitting the gym. We started playing a game of War [something we required little concentration on our part lol] while Kenzie stuffed my cock into her mouth while she stroked Don's cock behind her. I must admit, it was pretty damn sexy watching Kenzie's head bob up and down and she went back and forth sucking both of us off. As she would blow me, Don would slap her ass and rub her holes. When she would turn and suck Don's cock, I would slap her ass and finger her holes. Her pussy was nearly dripping when I hauled. It wasn't lost on me how dangerous this situation was. They could do anything to me.I needed to be used.I needed to be abused. I wanted pain.Pleasure.Abuse.Release.My breathing was erratic, my body a writhing mess, my moans, whimpers and muffled cries were heard only to me, just above the sound of the loud, bass filled music. I struggled against my restraints, my arms flexing, praying for release. Didn't they want me? Was I not sexy enough for them?Still nothing.I was alone.I was.