Finally I got fixed
Most things were fixed. One guy was standing on the stool, fixing the ceiling fan. As it is complete, he asked me to switch on the fan. It was already hot around. Teasing by these four guys, lifting my frock every now and then, hitting me frequently with their cocks, heated me and I was sweating. I too badly needed the cool breeze. I switched it on, and went below the fan. Fans are always the most dangerous weapons. It was not breeze, its a storm, that lifted my entire short frock, well up to my chest level showing my naked body below waist level. In the hurry to control my flying frock, I lost balance and fall back in to the hands of guys standing behind me. Are they waiting for me, they quickly …