In evening we will go on roof and being winter very few people would be there. We would hold hands and mansi told me about all the stories about her f...iend and their boyfriends. How they sneak out and kiss and do things which cannot be told.I teased her “ aisa kaun sa kaam karte hai jo bataya nahi ja sakta “To which she stared and replied in anger “ tumhe to jaise pata hi nahi “I said “ are mujhe kaise pata hoga , karti to wo hai na.. tumhari saheliyan.. to tum batao.. aur ye batao tumne saari. She moved up and down, fitting a little more than half of me past her lips each time. Her hands held my butt cheeks and she would sometimes pull me towards her face as she tried to press more of me into her mouth. The sensation was quite pleasurable, as long as I watched her at work and didn’t let my imagination or memory have room to work. However, at one point, she pressed too far and gagged. She pulled away and took a breath, but that sound – the gagging and the sharp intake of breath – was. I did not have any change so I thought I would wait for someone to come out so I can get into the restroom. In less than a minute, an older gentleman exited the men’s room and I was able to dart in before the door closed. There were three urinals in the men’s room but two were out of order due to a plumbing problem and the third one was occupied by a man in his mid-thirties who looked to be a maintenance worker employed by the mall management company so I headed into one of three stalls in. She had no opportunity to repress the thought. Within seconds, she saw the now familiar look of Jason slipping into her enslavement, his body becoming more relaxed, his gaze more sultry. Jason offered only token resistance this time, quelling the initial surge of fear just before his mind was taken. He was actually looking forward to pleasing her again.Melinda smiled nervously, her sex tingling "You already know what I want," she said softly.Without a word, he stepped up to her. His hands rose.