Instantly my nips became rigid, then panic struck. I turned and whispered sternly. "Uncle Greg, someone may see you. You shouldn't be doing that, not ...ow." Why did I say "not now" and shouldn't have I said something other than "someone may see you?" I mean being seen shouldn't have been the question. He finally removed his hands from my breasts, but not right away. He slowly kneaded each breast and gently rolled a finger over each nip again, making my shudder before he slowly pulled. When the time ran out my legs were wobbly, but I kept hitting that fucking bag. It wasn't for him and it wasn't because I wanted to be a boxer, it was just because I refused to quit. Not as long as he kept yelling at me to move to my right and fake the left. Now hammer that right hand home. Those words drove me on."Now get in close and give him both hands," he said. There was a little pain in the left hand, but not as much as I expected. I could deliver a respectable jab with it. "Now back up. Simran could not even believe herself what she was doing. She might have never thought that she would have been doing all this stuff to anyone ( even her husband that is). She was also feeling free and enjoying herself being so wild.Now Rahim placed her hands on Simran lovely her and started to caress and slightly said to her,” please darling suck a bit faster”, to which Simran immediately increased her speed. She wanted to enjoy herself and wanted to see if she can satisfy the beast the man. "Wonderful. You will have to learn to do this yourself, evenif I won't have time to teach you."The pair of shoes only had tiny heels, so my balance wasn't threatened,after I put them on.The woman forced me to turn towards the mirror. In the reflection, shewas half a head taller than me. My reflection was unmistakably feminine.Oddly enough, weight lifted off my chest, even if the hold of the cagetightened. If someone saw me then, they wouldn't think me as ahumiliated man, but as a plain girl."Do.