I stood there in the tiny storeroom, my back pressed against the cold wall, my salwar and panty lying crumpled around my ankles. Rohit was on his knees between my trembling thighs, his hot tongue licking my swollen, dripping chut like a starving man. Aryan was playing with his toys in the bedroom just a few steps away — I could hear his innocent laughter through the half-open door.