For weeks I have been, ogling the postal work trying to nonchalant about being on the porch or coming home or outside when she came by, but I think I ...ave to thank this storm of the century to thank.After barely hearing the bell ring through the rain and thunder I opened up the door and saw my favorite postal worker standing there, drenched from head to toe. Her long hair down around her shoulders all soggy like limp noodles, her makeup smeared like chalk on a chalk board from a hard day, but. The nameless boy moaned into his gag, tormented, apparently, by the sensation of my smooth breasts around his helplessly trapped penis.Now I felt Angus press the boy's face into the valley between my bound thighs. I felt the boy's breath and warmth as his face was strapped to the soft milky flesh of my legs. The boy was also hooded, and the smooth leather felt good against my thighs. I wriggled as the strap was tightened, and I felt the protrusion of the boy's nose through the hood as it. "What happened?" he asked.Sumi pointed her finger at me as I sat up on the sofa and looked at them. That the brigadier's condition was awkward would be an understatement of the year. He was bowled. He was completely foxed seeing that they got caught red handed. He could not utter a word. Looking at the shocked expressions on the Brigadier's face, Sumi said, "Come on Prem. Relax. Don't get disturbed. It's ok. As I told you, Raj and I are on the same wavelength as far as this relationship is. Until I can enter your pussy you will please me in other ways.” He takes my little hand and puts it over his cock. He puts his hand over mine and forces me to curl my fingers around his shaft. He guides my hands up and down over his cock and moans as it is happening. After several strokes he takes his hand away from mine but tells me not to stop. “Your little hands feel so good sweet pea. You are making me so excited.” Afraid to stop, I continue on. Up and down, over and over again. He is not.