And at that time, we were connected and started to talk. As we say, “baat jaaegi to dur tak jaaegi” and so it went. We were good friends but just...good friends during the entire graduation. The hot pahadi girl started talking less to me and her phone started getting busy for long hours. She started chatting with a guy from the next college.Then I came to know that she had a crush on that guy and made him her boyfriend. I was completely shocked and shattered. I was angry also at that guy but I. .. We have a problem." Problem?" I asked."Alan. Tina. I thought ya'll were married. Tina, you said you were seventeen. In Tennessee, the age of consent is eighteen. Alan, you know what that means."Tina's eyes widened. But we thought it was seventeen, Mister Brad." It is," he said, "in every state around us, even sixteen in some of 'em. But it's eighteen here in Tennessee." Dammit!" I paused. "Sorry, Brad. I'm an engineer. I know I lot of things about a lot of stuff. I guess it's the wrong. Each time my cock throbbed from the current, the soft nylon of her panties shifted around my cock head, adding to the stimulation. I slowly began thrusting my hips to add to the stimulation, not touching myself at all, just letting the current do its job and keep increasing my pleasure. I would thrust up and tense with the current, oh so close to cumming, then the cycle would start over and I’d relax to let it build again, each time getting a little closer to release. I just laid there for. It was expected, requested in a way. The blue-haired vixen wouldn't want it either way, leaving a half-smile on her face as her thighs restlessly rubbed against each other.But suddenly, without warning, Pascal shoved his hand deep in her mouth. The pungent taste of her womanhood attacked her palette, coughing, struggling in the straitjacket as she jerked her head to get away. " You're still going to pay for being a naughty girl."He pulled his hand out, letting the girl cough and catch her.