She first feels the hands on her shoulders and neck, softly massaging as they draw her deeper into her thoughts for a moment. Then the warm breath jus... behind her ear, lips capturing the lobe as the kneading turns deeper, stronger. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she sets the coffee mug on the window before her and begins to lean back into his arms. His nibbling traces a line from her earlobe down the line of her neck and shoulder, as one hand runs down and around the front to cup. I feel so good and alive now though very self conscious and hope nobody I know will see me. I complimented her good looks and took a picture and sent it to Juhi who’s reply was – you will need to hold on till you reach the hotel room. I showed it to Radhika who blushed beetroot red and was distinctly uncomfortable. I immediately said – radhika, remember my promise, so relax.We reached the hotel in Colombo well past midnight and I had booked a suite for us which meant that there was an extra bed. It was 11:00 by the time maximum people showed up. Our faculty we didn’t expect every one of them to come but to our goodness everyone had come. As the event would prolong till late night we booked rooms also till the next day.We were one-by-one asked to come up on to the stage and talk about something of school days. Then we invited our principal mam to speak a few words and then evertone went for lunch. I spoke to every faculty except my social teacher (psychology – avoid someone and you show. Admittedly, the fact that the husband of this woman was the one who had contacted him about breeding her brought with it an undeniable ego boost; but what was wrong with that? Why wouldn't he feel such a thing? Wasn't it a natural feeling for a man to have who was being asked to breed another man's wife? Wasn't it the ultimate thrill in the on-going race to broadcast more of one's sperm, rather than your fellow sperm competitors? Wasn't that what so much depended on in Natures imperative to.