My privates were warm and I was more moist than ever. I sat up and pulled my shirt away from my hips and began to touch myself. I opened my little l...ips and probed myself. I began to question how this could actually feel good. Minutes passed and then I heard Gwen’s footsteps toward my door. I fell back against my pillow as I heard Gwen pause outside my door and listen into my room. “Please show me,” I pleaded into the darkness. Gwen’s shadow under the door shifted and the door handle. He had pulled off his shirt getting in and I unbuckled and unzipped his pants fishing his hard cock out of his shorts. His cock wasn't too big, maybe 5 1/2 inches long with a pronounced upcurve to it, but it has a fat mushroom head and was incredibly hard. I asked for my shorts taking a condom out of my pocked when he handed them to me. I saw a sad look on his face in the fire light, but back then it was condoms only if you wanted to fuck me. I opened the condom, rolled it down on him, and. Slowly I started to notice changes in mom. Similarly, I saw changes in Mahmood as well. So, I asked him what the problem was. After me compelling very much he agreed to tell me. He gave me a mobile phone and asked me to look at the picture.It was photos of a woman in a sexy modern dress and in some of the picture, the lady was wearing nighties which were 80% see thru. The pictures were showing only the body and not the face. Some of the pictures were taken from behind to get the rear view. It. It was clear that Id lost some strings but was it possible that I had become a puppet? Ready for more?, Tim suddenly asked her. She gave him a brief nod, in the general direction where she expected me / Mr. Black Man / Tim to be standing. Im horny again, my big boy she said in a husky voice. The music had stopped, I realized then. I need some more of that wonderful Shiraz, she said with a playful tone in her voice. Mmhh?, Tim looked confused. I pointed at the second, half empty wine bottle on.