Rakesh: so you know that culprit.Saying this, he rubbed my leg under the table. Then he started moving it up inch by inch. His leg reached my knee and...then came up to my thigh. I was afraid that someone might notice. But as it was under the table, no one did. He then moved to my pussy and rubbed on the hairs above pussy area.Me: No! (Saying that, I got up).I went to the rest room. Rakesh called me but I disconnected the call. He called me again and I attended this time.Rakesh: sorry!Though I. I took the small present from him and before I opened it again read the birthday card he had gotten me aloud (His original card simply said "Happy birthday son" but this one was a little different) - "Son, I know I don't normally say this but I love you. You are a man now and deserve to be treated as such. Happy birthday son, enjoy your present, it's all yours." I tried to pretend like I was as confused about the card as everyone else was, especially my Dad. He definitely didn't think I was a. It was at a dinner dance at my husband Richard’s company Christmas celebration. To be honest it wasn’t exactly an official topless dress, just a black lace evening dress with a scooped back that I was wearing back to front, to allow both breasts to hang out completely free and fully exposed.I can’t really take credit for deciding to wear it that way though, as it had been totally Richard’s idea, and also his idea for me to actually appear in public at his firm’s ‘do’ for, in his words “let the. “Ok slut, ill let you out of that thing but I want something in return, just like before you do what your told and you get what you ask for understand?” I nodded, how much worse could it be he had already fucked my throat r*w and my ass gapped. “Alright get up come with me.” He took me to the bathroom and had me bend over in the shower. “Hold them ass lips open again and show me that gap.” I did as he told me and felt him place the head of his soft cock at my opening. I felt the warm.