As you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek, 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on e...rth. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on or enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…The story below is true it happened to me about 6 months ago. I’m a sales consultant for an international cosmetic company which takes me all. “Three more years to become ‘gentlemen’ and then we’re off to play.” He paused, expecting something from her. “Linda?”“Oh gosh,” she turned a deep rose color realizing she’d missed what he’d said, “I’m so sorry. I was just… you know…lost for a second. What did you say, Marshall?” She turned her head away from Thomas very reluctantly.The flush of her embarrassment and the swelling of her nipples against the soft grey athletic department tee-shirt she wore seemed to bind the three of them in. The man put his arm around the back of my seat, his hand dangling very close to my breast.He said, "Hi. I'm Terry. What's your name, darling?" Donna," I whispered. "My name is Donna." I love your outfit," he said, and I could tell from his voice that he was not just being polite."Where are you going, Donna?" he asked."I have to go to work," I answered.He asked me where I worked and I was forced to tell him. He asked if I always dressed this sexily and I said yes. The next question started. You push me down on the bed and handcuff me to the headboard. We both smile. You then get on the bed and stand above me, letting your hips gyrate to the faint sound of music that I can hear in the background. You lower down almost within my reach and then you move back up. My eyes glisten with desire. I can smell you musky smell and my lips desire her moistness. I look up at you pleadingly, but you simply shake your head. Now you sit on me. My dick feels the wetness and strains to get more. You.