He forced me to my knees and punched his massive girth into my mouth. I could barely suck it. That didn’t matter. He liked to make me suffer for the... fucking I needed. He bent me over table and couch and chair, ramming me from behind, cunt or ass. He did lube my ass, never enough though. I cried in pain and orgasmic release. He made me crawl. He made me lick. He made me mop utensils with my wet bush between forkfuls of steak and spoonfuls of custard. My snatch smelled awful. He made me. Rajesh was saying “Oh that feels so good.” She then started to grind her hips forward and back saying, “Your wife does that? You are loving this pussy aren’t you Raj.”Raj – Keep fucking my dick.She then started to jump on it. I saw Rajesh take out his phone and record her jumping his dick.Bhabhi – Don’t show my face.Him – Randi, move your hands from the camera. Play with your tits bitch.She was resistant, but he slapped her tits and moves her hands away. It was all being recorded. I saw Raj. "You ain't gonna end up with Sam now."I got so pissed that I kicked him in the nuts again. Then I pushed him outside of the garage while I packed. I climbed the stairs to the apartment over the garage that I was using. The place was a wreck though I'd just cleaned it that morning. The TV was on and so was the radio, the stereo and every other electronic device in the small space. Over in the corner with the window wide open, Wheelie lounged on a pillow. He was allowing the setting sun to. I mean, seriously, the drummer gave me a set of his sticks that he had brought through with him, the ones that he had used that night, Martin gave me one of his plectrums…oh my god my friends would die if they found out about this. Next completely unexpected moment…? When he whispered to me, “We look forward to seeing you later,” and grinned. — After we had been completely awestruck by the most epic people we had ever met, we made our way out. When I wandered off towards the pay machine of.