We aren’t going to ask you to do anything crazy”, Deepa said.“Okay, let’s see”, I said.The moment I said that, Deepa got up and locked the d...oor and windows.“Let’s start with senior worship”, Archana said.“What’s that?”“We will teach you. Kneel down”, Deepa said. It sounded more like an order to me.However, I decided to play along. I knelt down. Both Archana and Deepa sat on the bed and asked me to walk towards them on my knees.“Bend down and kiss our feet”, Deepa said.For some reason, I did not. He sensed it and said we must feel relaxed and he will stop where we say. I looked at my son and he nodded. This assurance from my son was a renewed appeal of affection and support. I told the Ojha that he could go ahead.He took hold of my hands and rubbed them for a few minutes with his strong masculine hands which had become rougher due to incessant rubbing of bhang or marijuana, which these holy people smoke. Then, he smiled at me again and looked at my son. He said that he knew what we were. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him or anything like that — almost exactly the opposite. It wasn’t even a period-clearing thing, the day after, whatever. I actually wanted to build up my body’s expectation of what was coming. I was totally lusting the whole day. Thinking about him, thinking about what was going to happen… the whole deal. Sarah, my best friend, called me on Monday. She’s having a birthday party on the 1st of February. We had fun talking about it, and I helped her plan it. It was heaven to say the least. If someone were to walk in at this moment, we would all be in too deep to care about the consequences. I looked like a wanton whore as I pumped my hips on my stud while another fed me his cock and grabbed my head. It was then that I felt the all to familiar swelling of the cock in my mouth and then hips lunging forward with a thrust followed by hot spurts of semen on my face, mouth and chin before dripping to the floor. I continued to suck and lick his cock.