Will plays with his balls, tugging and massaging the sensitive orbs gently in his free hand. His other hand begins to stroke him in earnest, gripping ...firmly from root to tip. “Lube?” he asks. Hannibal groans and rolls to the other side of the bed, retrieving a bottle and a string of black anal beads from the drawer of his nightstand and hands it to him. He watches in fascination as Will dribbles a generous amount the thick lubricant onto his shaft for him, spreading the smooth liquid along. I started seeing again n again to irritate her. She finally said “go now and come in evening when you’ll b free, i said i can’t n i must leave today evening itself, i don’t have time.” so i asked her plz lets go to my room. After pleading she finally agreed. Then went to my room and sat on bed. My X-rated thoughts were raising n penis was getting big and started to pain. After some time my maid came, in an hour she also went back. I closed door n went back to room n said ‘let’s take a break for. Her body locked, her hips coming off the bed, her lips stretching right breast away from her body while she pinched and pulled on the left.She released the tortured nipple and jammed her free hand between her legs, gripping and rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. Her hand was a blur, grinding the rough material of her pants into her most delicate flesh. Her hips flexed and relaxed, pounding at the airThen she just exploded, a massive orgasm wracking her teenage body. Her pussy must have. If I had managed to get to my feet, then I was well aware that there was little (if any) chance of me making it to that bedroom door, before I attained a permanent horizontal position on the floor somewhere; for rest of the night anyway.Yes, my mind did want to know who that stripper was, and in all honesty, I'd still like to know. But I'd moved on into the realms of alcoholic stupor very quickly after the second stripper left the room.I have no recollection of getting home that Saturday.