“When you pant, and I like it when you do. Hang out your tongue like the good bitch you are.” I hung out my tongue panting as he sent the sound do...wn deep into my swelling cock. At the top of the sound was a clip ring he attached to the glans ring. He took more pictures. Moving the second video camera closer he began to pump my cock, harder faster, the slowly oily, than brutally fast and hard, then oily slow. I was panting, my cock swollen, and my cockhead purple. He then quit. I was panting. I reached within 10mins and during that drive of 10 mins I came to know that her name was nisha and she was residing just on the upper floor of mine. After that day, it became a regular routine and we used to go together to our offices. I came to know that she was from mumbai and even she was staying alone. During the last week of december, she asked me about the new year plans and I said since, I am new to this place, I have no plans and most probably will take rest during the weekend. Things. The adults drank into the early morning hours. Late at night I hear the familiar sounds of banging and lustful screaming upstairs. I knew Charles was fucking my mother, but I did not know what fucking meant. None of my friends in 3rd grade did either. I had to know what they were doing. I quietly stepped up the stairs, one step at a time, holding my breath and listening. I realized there were more than two people in the room. I heard Kim, our downstairs neighbor and occasional. "I wasn't sure where this was going, but I sipped some more of my wine, clutching my cell phone in the other hand. What was he going to do with me? He was a huge guy, and could overpower me very easily. I was a slender white guy with little to no muscle, dressed up like a girl. I couldn't do anything if he suddenly became violent. He took another sip of his own wine. "Hmm," he hummed, "Cheap doesn't mean the wine isn't good," he said. "So I bet you are sitting there, scared, probably have a.