A large smile appeared on his face again and he walked straight over and sat on the edge of the bed I was in. “You OK.”? He asked.“Yyyyyes”.�...�Your all red again, is it too hot”?“Nnnnno”.“Cause if it is I can open the window if you like”?“Nnnnno, it's OK”.While he was sitting there I couldn't help but look at his willy with a large amount of questions whirling in my head. He noticed my interest.“What's wrong, you never seen a dick before”? “Wwwwwell, um, eh, no, not really, wwwwwell not one like. Then for a week, we had internal exams. So we couldn’t play Badminton. After 10 days, we started playing again. At 5 pm on that day, Sanjana came to the court in the same pink t-shirt and black tracks, in which I saw her last time. We started playing. We had long rallies of smashes and we were drowned into the game. I won the first set.The second set was won by Sanjana. In the decider set, I was leading her 7-5. In the next serve, I dropped the cork close near the net. She came fast running but. I'm going to get a piece of that. Quickly slipping on latex gloves on her right hand and applying a glob of Vaseline, she quickly inserted 2 fingers into his rectum before he could protest."Ouch! Aunt Heather! What are you doing?" he yelled almost turning around."Stay as you are" she commanded. "Do you want the ring off? Eh?" she taunted. "Have you heard of a prostrate massage?" she asked softly.Dan had heard of it but hadn't believed it possible. His aunt had her fingers facing forward towards. And a number of them were quite handsome even if maybe not as handsome as you know who at the top of the table. So it turned out to be a pleasure to be a minority serving their needs. Course that didn’t mean they wouldn’t make funny comments about your tits or pinch your ass or run a hand up under your skirt to cup your pussy. A lot of the guys were very manly in that way and I didn’t think you could blame them cause I’m pretty sure it happens in every restaurant. So we were all fine even if.