I still had my pants on. As you might have surmised Jean's arrival was completely unexpected. She was supposed have been out all day. My parents were ...ut of town for the weekend and I thought I'd been clear to invite Lupe over for a little heavy petting and maybe if I got lucky I'd lose my virginity too. Lupe's a classmate of mine."Answer me!" Jean demanded again. "You're in so much trouble when Mom and Dad find out about this, having the school's biggest slut in our home." Give me a break. I'm. She would smile and then start watching the big screen again while rubbing her hands on her husband’s thighs. A few times she said something to her husband, and then he looked over. I’m a good-looking, north Indian guy, with black hair, brown eyes. I’ve been told I’m handsome, and I’m inclined to agree.The match was almost over, so I called the bartender over for my bill. He put a fresh drink in front of me and pointed to the couple. I lifted my glass in thanks. The man walked over, introducing. ” He complied with my request and I started pouring the beers they ordered. Jim got up from the back and muttered goodbye and left. I finished serving the guys and they sat down where Jim had been sat. I headed to the gents and opened the door. I finally managed to see her face. I had thought I might recognise her but I didn't. She was definitely young, but quite pretty. Not my type, far too skinny but she was definitely attractive. She spoke before I managed to. “Was that you listening to us. She could not see him well, just a shadow behind her chair, but she knew he was there. There watching her. Watching her watch herself. She could not close her eyes, could not look away from her naked, open body reflected back in that cold, revealing mirror. She could feel the ties in her hair, the ones holding her to that horrid chair pull again as he released her braid. She had no room for movement in her head, could not turn away from her own image.She could feel her excitement mounting.