Dashrath couldn't take his eyes off her. Crouched beside the side support pole of
the tennis net stretched across the floodlit court, the eighteen-year old stared
at Anuja. She was the sexiest thing he'd seen. He watched as she prepared to
serve. Feet positioned behind the base line, she bent forward, her racquet arm
dropped and bounced the ball with her other hand. Her T-shirt was damp with sweat
and it clung to her breasts like film. The gold chain swung around her necklace.
The buttons of her T-shirt were open and the lapel swung free as she bent. Even
at this distance he could see the swell of her lovely breasts in the low, tight
sports bra. The exertion had stiffened her nipples and he could see their sharp
stubs through the white T-shirt. She caught the ball and, rearing, arching,
bending back, threw it high, her arm lifted, her head back, eyes on the ball, her
body lifting on her toes. Her skirt rode up her thighs and he caught a glimpse of
the dark flash of her crotch. She wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. Her
body rose in the air, spun as her racquet arm whipped around, the centre of the
racquet head meeting the ball perfectly. With a loud pok, the yellow ball shot
across the net like a bullet, landing just inside the service line, skidding down
the centre. The follow through took Anuja a few steps inside the base line. She
stopped, bouncing on her toes, her racquet set, watching the ball, moving to the
centre at the back of the court. Her breasts jumped under her T-shirt.

On the other side of the net, Avinash struck the tennis ball cleanly and
strongly, sent it whipping back to her backhand. Anuja took the return easily,
and hit it back to his forehand; he whipped it to the corner of her forehand
court. Anuja raced across and using a heavy topspin, struck it back deep into his
backhand corner again. Avinash returned it to her forehand corner. Anuja drew her
arm well back. The yellow ball bounced once on the artificial surface, lifted
high. She was perfectly positioned. She sprang off her toes, her tennis skirt
lifting and flying, her doubled braid tossing, her gold necklace jumping, her
breasts jiggling under the taut sports bra and brought her arm down and across in
a whipping forehand. The racquet struck the ball squarely in the sweet spot and
went skimming back across the net hard and fast and low, just clearing the tape.
It landed just inches inside the line and, with the heavy topspin of her wrist,
kept low and shot forward. On the other side of the net, Avinash leaped for it,
his racquet arm stretched. The ball caught the frame and ricocheted wildly
upward. Anuja followed, her racquet lifted for a smash. The ball landed outside
the tram lines. Dashrath sprang after it.

Anuja shouted in exultation, tossing her racquet in the air, lifting her clenched
fists, jogging to the net. Avinash smiled and met her at the net. He hugged her.
They laughed. Dashrath ran around the court perimeter and collected the balls.
They were obviously through with the game. He jogged to the bench beside the
umpire's chair.

"... you've got a helluva game," he heard Avinash say.

"It was close. Three sets to two and seven five in the third." Anuja was stuffing
some clothing into her tote. Dashrath couldn't tell what it was.

"Not many people drive me that much."

Dashrath came up to them. "Shall I turn out the lights?" he asked in Hindi.

Avinash nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

The hotel had championship quality tennis courts, complete with umpire's chairs,
resting benches, coolers, floodlights and tiered stands. It was late at night and
the stands were empty. He flipped open a gang box behind the umpire's chair and
threw a master switch. The heavy floods died. The court sank into shadows, now
lit only by the silvery moonlight and stars. Avinash and Anuja shared a bench on
one side of the umpire's chair, packing their sports totes. Dashrath stood before
her, looking at her breasts and exposed thighs as she bent over and stuffed her
racquet, wristband and headband into it. She took out a fresh T-shirt. He had
difficulty containing his erection. Avinash took the cans of tennis balls from
him without really looking at him and dropped them in his bag. He waited for her
to finish.

Anuja straightened and looked at Dashrath. She smiled her thanks. Her eyes slid
down his body, lingered on his crotch, then slipped away.

"Avinash."

"Mm. Ready?"

"No. Do you have your cameras?"

"What? Oh, yes, one or two. Not the full kit. Why?"

She looked at Dashrath again. Avinash followed her eyes and grinned. Well, well.
A little cooling down exercise. He was all for it. The lad obviously had a
monstrous erection. He was a good looking youth, with sharp features, full
sensual lips, a fine nose, high cheekbones, a square jaw, a wispy mustache. He
wore a baggy khaki tunic and shorts. He was barefoot. His body was lean and wiry,
though not very tall. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad, his torso
V-shaped, his belly hard and flat and he had narrow hips. His arms and legs were
corded with sinew. Avinash moved his bag to the other bench and, opening it,
began to take out his camera kit. Dashrath couldn't understand what he was up to.
He looked back at Anuja. She smiled at him.

"Dashrath. That's your name, isn't it?" she said.

He nodded.

"Thank you. We had a good game."

He grinned, his teeth flashing strong and white, ducked his head shyly.

"I'm set," Avinash muttered softly. "Ready when you are."

"Give us distance. Disappear."

"Fine."

Dashrath was intrigued. Avinash left his bag on the other bench and moved away,
slipping into the shadows. That left just him and her.

"Come closer."

Dashrath stepped forward.

"Closer, Dashrath. Don't be afraid."

He was very close now, inches from her. She smiled up at him. His crotch bulged
and quivered and he couldn't hide.

"You deserve a tip," she murmured.

Before he knew what was happening, Anuja had her hands inside the legs of his
shorts. She thrust them up into his crotch and held his cock. Dashrath cried out
in shock and surprise, stumbled and lurched back. She pulled him back.

"No, no ... there's nothing to worry about," she murmured.

Suddenly, all those half-understood whispers in the staff quarters made sense.
This was the woman they said was fucking half the guys in the hotel. And that was
her husband who didn't bonk her at all, just took snaps. Dashrath's pulse jumped
with excitement. A slow grin of recognition creased his handsome features. Anuja
smiled.

"Yes. That's right. You know who I am and what's been going on."

"You're Anuja madam."

"Just Anuja."

"Anuja."

"Yes. Please. Come here."

He came up to her again, now unafraid and expectant. She flicked open the clasp
button of his shorts, undid the fly and peeled them open. He chuckled at her gasp
of surprise. His cock, his pride and joy, was enormous, bigger than any of his
pals had. It was erect already, hard and throbbing, and it was ten inches long
and two inches thick. His balls were heavy and low. He was careful to keep his
cock-shaft and balls shaved smoothly -- he thought that was very sexy and he
preferred it like this, so that he could feel the warm of a mouth or a cunt
without hindrance. The few girls he'd fucked so far agreed that it was better and
hurt less.

"My god," Anuja gasped. "What an incredible cock you've got!"

"Yeah, thas wha' they say."

She groaned and took it in her fist, flipping back the foreskin. The cock-head
was huge, gorged, slippery with pre-cum gunk, smelling sexy and musky. Anuja
opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the knob. Dashrath grunted
thickly, his belly sucking inward, his hips lurching forward, his hands falling
to her head, pulling it deeper into his crotch. Anuja moaned, realizing at once
that he was not totally inexperienced. Her excitement mounted.

"C'mon!" he grunted. "Sukit! Suck my cock!"

Anuja whimpered and, opening her mouth wide, slipped her lips around his
cock-head. Dashrath grunted, tossing his head back, his mouth fluttering open.
Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet and her tongue worked his cock-head with a
cunning he had never known. He groaned, rocking his hips back and forth, moving
her head to and fro with his hands as he fucked her face. She took more of his
cock in her mouth, scraping her teeth delicately along his massive, thick-veined
shaft. He bent forward and shoved his hands into the neck of her T-shirt, cupping
her breasts. They filled his hands, grew turgid as he squeezed and kneaded the
soft flesh. Her nipples were stiff in his palms. She took her fingers off his
cock and, without pausing in sucking his cock, reached up to undo his tunic. He
helped her and shrugged it off. Bending, he pulled her T-shirt up, over her
breasts, under her arms. Her breasts were wonderful, full and heavy and ripe like
fruit. She sucked his cock harder. He pushed her head away and jerked the T-shirt
off her head. Anuja looked up at him. He had a slim, wiry body, strong and
muscular like whipcord, with a hard belly and a wide, flat, slightly cleaved
chest with small, dark, nipples. His body was virtually hairless. His penis
throbbed and bounced with excitement. She moaned and began sucking it again.
Dashrath grinned and fucked her mouth unhurriedly.

"Mm ... yeh ... thas good, whore," he grunted in the vernacular. "Suck my prick,
bitch ... yeh ... thas it ... keep suckin', slut ... thas it ... suck harder!
Yeh! Thas good ... oh fuck yes! C'mon, bitch! Don' stop till I say!"

Hidden in the shadows, Avinash kept his cameras trained on the ballboy fucking
his wife's mouth. He took close-ups of the youth's face, and of his gargantuan
penis glistening between her lips. Her face was distended with the size of the
mammoth cock. He saw her jerking it in her elegant fingers, licking it
lasciviously, her head tilted to one side, her eyes lifted, half-closed. The kid
pushed her head away and grinned.

"C'mon, slut ... lemme lick yer slit," he grunted. "On yer back!"

Anuja whimpered, her body tingling with excitement and turned on her back on the
wooden bench. Dashrath knelt at its far end and pulled her legs open, pushed her
skirt up her hips. She unfastened its side zip and he pulled it off, spread her
legs again. Her cunt was wet and open and he could see the moist pink flesh and
the delicate stem of her clitoris. He chuckled and thrust his face into her
crotch.

"OHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh ma uhhhh yes!" Anuja gasped, her body arching on the bench,
her fingers twining in his hair.

Dashrath's tongue was thick and heavy and long. It jabbed deep into her cunt,
swirled through the wet flesh, lapping at her flowing juices, whipped her gorged,
stiff clitoris, rippled up and down and in and out. Anuja's hips heaved and
writhed, bucked up and down. Twining her fingers in his hair, she moved his head
around in her thighs to suit her pleasure.

"Ohhh yes Dashrath yes! Oh god yes! Oh ma yes uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh uhh yes oh
fuck yes!"

She moaned and whimpered ecstatically, her head flipping from side to side, a
vision of lust with her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. Her body rocked on the
bench with rhythmic little jerks, as though she was being fucked. Her breasts
jumped and jiggled, and her gold chain tossed and danced on her skin. Her body
glistened with sweat. She slid her hands up her body, lifting her breasts,
squeezing them erotically, pinching the nipples in her long fingertips. Her cries
rang in his ears, exciting him further. He stabbed a long finger into her cunt
and began masturbating her rapidly, rocking his arm to and fro vigorously. Anuja
cried out, her back bowing steeply, her hips crashing up and down, her head
flipping wildly from side to side. Her cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed
greedily on his finger. He twisted his finger around in her cunt, pressed his
knuckle to her hard stem of her clitoris, curled his finger into a hook and
flicked it hard. Anuja cried out, crushing her breasts in frenzied delight.
Meanwhile, his tongue continued lapping at her streaming juices.

"OHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OH DashrUHHHHHth uhhh Oh uhhh *hanh* uhhhh *hanh*
uhhh *hanh* uhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

He jabbed a second finger in and masturbated her even more rapidly. Avinash
watched her body whipping and whumping frenetically on the bench, her hips
crashing up and down, the youth's biceps flexing and unflexing as he rocked his
arm back and forth and from side to side. Without pausing in his masturbation of
her, the ballboy sprang to his feet and quickly turned around, straddling her
body. Beneath him, Anuja moaned, her mouth already open in avid expectation. He
lowered his hips over her face and grunted softly as her lips encased his cock.
He began fucking her mouth in the sixty-nine, his hips rising and falling in a
measured rhythm over her face while he finger and tongue-fucked her
simultaneously.

Anuja was on the brink of a violent orgasm when he stopped and rolled off her.
She moaned in frustration and dismay, masturbating frantically. He flicked her
hands away.

"Time for the real thin'," he laughed arrogantly, with the sense of his power
over her.

Anuja moaned. The teenager grinned and got between her legs, straddling the
bench. He dropped in a low, deep squat, his legs spread, her thighs arched over
his, with his buttocks almost brushing the bench top and, holding his cock,
pressed it to her cunt-lips. She gasped, holding the thick shaft, guiding him to
her slit. He grinned down at her and, gripping the insides of her thighs, heaved
his hips forward. His huge cock-head popped into her cunt and his monstrous penis
surged behind it, plowing deep into her cunt, stretching it wide open. Anuja
cried out thinly, her face contorting in a wild rictus of lust, tendons popping
in her neck, her mouth tearing open, her head snapping back.

"OHMAUHAHUHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried. "OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH
uh OHHHHHHHH!"

Her breath came in heaving, wracked, rattling sobs. The teenager flexed his
buttocks taut and buried himself in her cunt and sniggered.

"Feel good, heh, cunt? Feel good havin' my dick in yer slit, donit?"

"Yes!" she moaned, frantic with lust. "Oh god yes Dashrath yes! God you're so big
... so big ... so hard ... ohhh yes ... c'mon baby ... fuck me! Fuck me like a
whore, Dashrath ... take me like a slut!"

The youth grinned, flashing strong white teeth in the moonlight. "Thas jes wha'
I'm gonna do, cunt! Jes wha' I'm gonna do!" He turned his head over his shoulder.
"Hey you, boss-man! Yeah, you, with the camera'n all! Why doncha c'mere and take
some pics of me fuckin' your wife, stud? She loves it, the bitch! Loves my dick
in her pussy! Doncha, whore?" He rocked his cock out and in and she gasped loudly
in assent. "Hear'at? She loves it! Wanna hear her 'gain? Fine! Lessgo, bitch!
Lessgo!"

Avinash scurried closer with his cameras. The boy was terrific. He grinned at
Avinash lewdly when he saw him. Avinash avoided his eye, kept the cameras at his
face. The boy grinned and began fucking Anuja without looking at her, mugging
shamelessly for the camera. He swung his hips back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth with a mesmerizingly steady rhythm, flexing and unflexing his
buttocks, snapping his hips with each thrust. His lean body rocked and swung, his
muscles rippling effortlessly. His mammoth cock ground in and out of her cunt
without respite, glistening and gleaming with their comingled juices as it
appeared and disappeared between her sodden, stretched-wide cunt-lips. Each
thrust drove his penis deep into her, going in and in till his balls were at her
cunt-lips. Then he slid out, thrust in, slid out, thrust in. On the bench, Anuja
gasped and cried out, her hips heaving and writhing frantically, her voice
ragged, her breath coming in cracked, heaving sobs and moans of pleasure, her
face flipping frantically from side to side, contorted and twisted with lust. She
clenched his arms, squeezed her breasts, begged for more. The boy laughed and
kept moving unhurriedly, jamming and stuffing his impossible penis into her
flesh. His cock was incredible, enormously hot, endlessly long, excruciatingly
thick and hard. She could feel the thick veins pulsating in its length as it
surged in and out of her cunt, causing wave after wave of ecstasy to lift and
bend her body under his.

"OHHHHHHHH uhh Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma oh ma uhhh yes oh god yes Dashrath yes ...
oh fuck yes ... oh that's so good baby yes ... do it ... ahhhh uhhh yes! Ohh fuck
yes!" she gasped deliriously. "Ohh Dashrath-Dashrath-Dashruhhhhhth uhhh *hanh*
uhhh ohma uhh *hanh* uhh ohma uhh *hanh*!"

He laughed and winked at the camera. "Nice hot tight pussy I got me here," he
cackled. "Nice 'n juicy 'n hot ... jes the way I likes it! Take it, bitch ...
c'mon ... take it all! Yeh! Thas' it! Feel good, donit?"

He began to swirl his hips deftly, and Anuja gasped and moaned and whimpered
ecstatically as his cock entered her from all angles, plunging in and scraping
over her gorged clitoris. He never broke rhythm, didn't pause once. Even the
strenuous position didn't seem to affect him and he gave no indication of
approaching his climax. On the bench, Anuja fought desperately to stave off her
orgasm and prolong the pleasure. The rhythmic sawing action of his cock sliding
in and in and in, slipping out, then crushing back into her molten cunt-flesh
felt divine. Suddenly he stopped and slid out of her.

"Awright! That wa' good 'nuff for starters, slut. Now les have some fun!"

He scooted up her body and, placing his penis between her breasts, squeezed them
over his cock and fucked her breasts slowly.

"Nice tits," he said. "Real nice. Great nips, too. Haven' had me a nice bint like
yer for a lon' time, slut. Feels good!"

Now he got up astride the bench, moved back and made her turn over.

"Ain't done yet," he muttered. "C'mon ... I wanna fuck yer from behind now! Like
a bitch! "Bend over the bench, slut."

Anuja obeyed him without protest, leaning on the bench on her forearms, her legs
astride the bench, her sports shoe-clad feet on the court surface. The youth sat
astride the bench, his cock sticking out and up and manoeuvered her down onto his
penis, impaling her cunt on it. Anuja gasped, arching her head as she forced her
cunt down onto his cock, rearing on outstretched arms. Dashrath put his arms
around her and squeezed her breasts. Avinash took a shot of that. Dashrath
nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear. She turned her face over her
shoulder and he kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue in and out of her
mouth. Avinash took shots of that, too. Anuja whimpered and began rocking back
and forth and up and down on his cock, grinding her hips round and round in
tight, erotic circles. The youth held still, fondling her, letting her have her
way for the moment. Her breasts were hot and turgid in his hands, swollen and
hard with excitement, her nipples nut-hard and long in his fingers. She groaned
and jigged heavily back and forth and up and down, running her cunt up and down
the length of his massive cock. Her breasts jumped and jiggled and the gold
necklace tossed and swung, slapping on her skin. Avinash clicked several shots in
rapid succession.

"Now, bitch ... I wanna fuck! Up you get! Yeh! Thas' it!" He rose to his feet,
his cock still embedded in her cunt. "Now. Ben' over, whore. More! Yeh! Thas' it!
More!  Hol' the stand wi' your hands ... yeh, thas it ... show me your butt ...
yeh ... thas good!"

He moved her so that she was on her feet astride the bench and bent steeply
forward like a hairpin, her hands clenching the legs of the bench. Her buttocks
were splayed open under his hips. Anuja moaned, biting her lower lip. The gold
necklace swung forward against her chin. The boy held still for a moment with his
cock deep in her cunt, his hands squeezing her pendulous breasts.

"Like it, heh, bitch?" he sniggered. "Like my rod in your crack, heh?"

"Oh yes!" she groaned thickly, her buttocks squirming eagerly against his hips.
"Oh god yes!"

"See if yer like this, then!" he grunted.

He took several deep breaths, exhaling sharply, rapidly and then fell forward so
that his body was curled over her behind like a second hairpin over the first.
His chin was at her hunched shoulders. She groaned, and he nuzzled the nape of
her neck, tongued her ear, squeezed her breasts. Then his hands slid down and
gripped the legs of the bench above hers.

"Awright ... here we go, bitch ... One!"

He lifted his hips high, sliding his cock out of her cunt, making her gasp at the
sudden release in pressure till just the cock-head was in her slit. He paused for
a fraction of a second and then, with a loud grunt, thrust down into her in a
long, deep, piercing drive that drove his cock deep into her cunt to the hilt.

"Oh mauhhh ahhhh uhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cried, her head snapping up, her
face contorting, her mouth jerking open, her lips drawing back over her teeth,
tendons popping in her throat.

Avinash clicked furiously.

"Two!" the boy shouted, and lifted out of her and thrust in again.

Anuja's ululating cry rang out over the deserted court and rang in the empty
stands. Her buttocks swayed and writhed against his crotch. Her cunt convulsed
frantically on his cock. It was incredibly good, big and hot and hard, filling
her cunt to its limit.

"Three!"

The teenager grunted and began to stroke powerfully and rhythmically in and out
of her cunt, rocking his hips up and down and back and forth. His cock pistoned
in and out of her cunt, glistening and gleaming as it appeared and disappeared
between the curved lobes of her buttocks. He panted and gasped, concentrating in
the arduous position. Beneath him, Anuja's body trembled and shook and jerked
with his thrusts, her gold necklace jumping wildly, her breasts jiggling
violently with his thrusts.

"OHHHHHHH uhhh Oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh yes Dashrath yes oh fuck yes
ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes OH god yes!" she cried. "Ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh uhhhhh yes!"

"C'mon bitch ... take it!" he gasped. "Take it, you fuckin' whore! Take my cock!
Yeh! Thas it! Oh fuck yeh ... thas good ... yeh ... thasit ... yeh ... oh yeh ...
oh uhhh ahhh uhhh yeh uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhhh yeh ... ohhhh uhhh ahhh uhh ah
uh ah uh ah ah uh ah uh ah uh OHHHH!"

He straightened and grinned at Avinash.

"Click, motherfucker!" he laughed, his chest heaving. "Click more! Click me
fuckin' the bitch! See how she loves it, asshole! Loves my dick in her pussy!
Click more!"

He laughed and kept fucking her, his hands on his buttocks, swinging his hips
back and forth. Trapped on her hands and feet under him, Anuja moaned and
whimpered, her body rocking back and forth, her cunt sliding to and fro along the
length of his monstrous erection. Avinash got shots of the enormous penis sawing
in and out of her cunt, its glistening enormity appearing and disappearing
between the smoothly curved lobes of her buttocks. Her swollen, pendulous breasts
swung and jiggled. Her face was a vision of lust above the bench. Avinash dropped
in a crouch and took several close-ups. The boy laughed down at him. He held her
hips and began moving faster, snapping his hips and jerking them savagely around
in a tight arc as he sent his cock cork-screwing into her, entering her from all
angles. Anuja gasped, her hips swaying and rolling in unison with his. His
fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks as he moved her cunt
back and forth the length of his bloated penis to suit his pleasure.

"Take it, you fuckin' slut ... take it!" he grunted.

Her buttocks cleaved open and he fingered her dainty anus.

"Gonna take yer butt, too, whore ... gonna shove this fucker right up yer asshole
... an' yer jes gonna love it!"

Suddenly he flipped forward over her again and began to move faster. His hips
rose and fell, rose and fell. His buttocks flexed and unflexed. His thighs
bounced off her buttocks, slapping loudly, his balls swinging against her
cunt-lips. Faster and faster he went and, beneath him, Anuja gasped and cried out
desperately, her face twisted in an agony of joy, her body rocking and jerking
under his. Faster still and he began ram-fucking her furiously, lifting his hips
and slamming them down, slapping them at her buttocks with loud smacks, whipping
them from the waist, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her cunt like a
trip-hammer at full blast.

Avinash kept his finger jammed on the motor-drive. The boy's hips rose and fell,
moving faster and faster. His huge cock thundered and plunged and pistoned
furiously in and out of her cunt. Her body rocked and jerked and snapped under
his thrusts. Her face was arched, her head thrown back, her features contorted in
a soundless grimace of pure wanton lust, her mouth wide, her eyes squeezed shut,
her lips drawn back over her pearly teeth. Avinash moved behind them and took
several close-ups, catching the boy's buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his
puckered anus winking as his buttocks opened and closed with his movements.

"Take it!" he shouted, going faster and faster. "Take it, whore! Take it! C'mon
yeh c'mon yeh oh yeh oh fuck yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh ohhh fuck yes!"

"Ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhhhhh oh fuck yes uhhhh oh yes oh yes ohh yes oh god
Dashrath yes oh yes ohhhhhhh uhhhhh OH ma uh *hanh* uh ah uh *hanh* uh ah uh
*hanh* uhhh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh oh uhhh OHHHHH!"

Beneath him, Anuja was beyond words. She moaned and sobbed in joy, her chest
heaving as wave after wave of a violent orgasm wracked her body. On and on he
went, plundering her flesh without respite. Suddenly, he rammed into her hard
once, twice, three times. She moaned, expecting his orgasm. Instead, he rocked to
a stop, squeezed her breasts and looked at Avinash.

"You got 'nuff flim, stud? Lotsa flim?"

Avinash looked at him over his viewfinder. "I have plenty of film, yes."

The boy cackled. "Good. 'Cause yer gonna need it, hero ... yer really gonna need
it! I'm gonna fuck this dame for a long, long time 'fore I'm done!"

Beneath him, Anuja moaned deliriously. Avinash looked at her, radiant with joy,
her body streaming with sweat and then looked back at the ballboy coldly.

"Yes," he said. "Keep fucking her. Fuck her as much as you like." And raised his
camera again.