I’d barely touched the seat when he forced himself into my mouth and used both hands to control my head. Indian sex LET ME OUT!’
‘Fuck no!’ I laughed. I devote a scintilla of energy and time to numbing these sensations, travelling the nerve pathways following the chain reaction of firing neurons and interrupting the flow, ceasing the aches. I had hoped that the hot service boy would be back but it was the old guy again. I shut him off, then decided to give him a present. That changed when the sour taste filled his mouth and he has no choice but to suffer while his controller swallowed load after disgusting load. My fantasies have been building in intensity and mutating into ever extreme desires over all this time. Finally I licked the base of the bath clean, dreaming of men standing watching me after covering me with their wonderful piss. That’s what this was. Number to
