“I can't tell you that. I don't wanna spoil the surprise. But you will see soon enough if in fact there is something else coming,” I replied. Then... a couple minutes later the food came out. It looked so damn good. They put the food on the table along with some bread and a side salad Judy had ordered as well. Then we started eating. It was even better than we thought it would be. The prime rib was so good that we barely even had to chew. It just slid down our throats so easily. It was so good. With generosity I asked his name, he replied.His name was Yadav(not real name), he was from Bihar but he was bought up here since his parent moved here. Even I began to chit chatting with the guy saying the I am from Delhi and was happy to talk with him. He took the luggage to our room, while I went to reception to Ravi. Ravi told me that the room is on the second floor and the lift is out of order. Then the receptionist handed over the keys to the housekeeper whose name was Senthil (not real. I was not prepared for this invasion and immediately had to gag when your cock came into contact with the back of my throat. Instead of retreating, however, you held my head firmly gripped and pushed your arousal even deeper into my mouth. The feeling of my throat contracting against your glans drove you almost insane.After a few seconds, you pulled your rod back with a jerk. You grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, so I had to look at you. The gagging made my eyes tear. My mascara was. The house I lived in when I was growing up was small, and especially so for a family of six. There was me, my mother and father, my older sister, my younger brother, and my little sister, all packed into that 850-square-foot home.So I used to go to Maria's even-smaller house out in the back yard to watch television by myself on Sundays, in order to take a break from my not-so-small family for a while. Freddy and his mother would normally be at church on Sundays. And Maria actually encouraged me.