She was reluctant and was crying but i started kissing her – bit forcefully (kind of forcing my self on to her) as I knew she wanted it too but woul... not agree easily. I also started pressing her boobs roughly with one hand and with the another hand i held her hands and tried kissing her boobs in between.After roughly playing with her for about 5 mins – i thought that she was giving in and was aroused. So I started talking to her and make her understand. She didnt say much but was sometimes. Later she moved on to Chennai, working for a software company there. We have been out of touch for around two years after our college. But the good thing was, Chennai was transforming her into a much more sexxier and hotter gal than she was here. She got used to wearing sleeveless clothes, tight skin fit pants, sexy sarees and much more. She used to put al these photos in Fb and in her watsapp. I had a general habit of downloading al those photos and masturbating seeing them. One day, suddenly. I grab a bottle of water and down it quickly. I wipe the sweat from my brow and neck with a clean white towel then decide to leave for my hotel. The driver is very quick and I’m there in a matter of minutes. He opens my door for me and I walk to the entrance of the hotel. The door attendant lets me in without question. I walk over to the penthouse elevator and slide my key in. I look at my reflection in the brass walls on the way up. I look depressed. I force a smile and it comes across as. ‘Customer!’ ‘Oh, wow, I gotta go. Sitting down on the job and all that.’ She hastily stood up and she could feel him looking at her legs. ‘Wait.’ He reached out and touched her arm: their first contact today. ‘How about this Friday, tomorrow? I swear I’m not as creepy as I’ve come off these past few days. You just… intrigued me.’ He kept his hand on her arm, and she pulled it away carefully. She wasn’t in that good a mood. He fixed her eyes with his, and she began to feel a little fidgety. She.