” Remember me?” ,The girl said who had barged in my room. “No”, I replied bluntly. ” What!?”, she shouted. “Don’t you remember her?”..., mom said from behind of that girl. ” I was just kidding. You are Simran from my native place right?”, I said smiling. And Simran had a big smile on her face. “I am glad that you remembered me”. ”She came all the way from native place to congratulate you Raj!”, mom squeaked from behind. Suddenly Simran’s parents came in. They both congratulated me for my good. With long legs and medium sized breasts, she was dressed in tight blue jeans and a tight v necked shirt without a bra. We made some small talk and then left to go to a female friend’s from work 21st birthday party. The party was to be held in adjoining hotel rooms at a local inn. We arrived with the party in full swing and made the rounds of drinking, dancing and getting to know each other. Later that evening found us dancing alone to some slow music as the party wound down. To my surprise as. “Robert, you are leaking all over the place. Are you ready for your daily milking?” He just nodded.Emily went and got two of the dining room chairs and put them facing away from the couch about 2 feet apart. She unlocked his cuffs and then had Robert lay across them with his torso on the one on my right and his thighs on the one on my left. His dick stuck down between the two, making it definitely appear that he was ready to be “milked”. Emily retrieved a towel and put it on the floor between. ”The older man stood a head taller than his son, wide shoulders, a thick mustache and short slicked back hair. He wore a tailored black suit and on his fingers were even more gold rings than his son had. These guys loved their bling, that was for sure, I thought.When he spoke his voice was dark and soft, like liquid night. “Ladies, it is a pleasure to have you on board.”“What will you drink, Father,” said Abdul.“A whiskey, son.”Mustafa sat down on the sofa and stared at us. The silence grew a.