”“Scary?” asked Brenda. Her question was directed more to Katie to see if they were on the same page or not. The others didn’t notice.“Ridic...lous,” said Cynthia. “Disgusting even. And definitely dangerous.”Brenda rolled her eyes.Girl, you don't know shit. OK, maybe the dangerous part, but that depends on the person not the idea.Cynthia was beautiful with big tits, small waist, and thick thighs. Brenda had never been turned on by her dominant personality though. She wasn't sure why, since. My massage grew slowly more insistent and I pressed up and she released and I finally held the soft tender breasts I so worshiped for some reason. They felt so large in my hands yet tender as I felt her sigh as I pressed and rolled them. This was my favorite part, her reactions to my touches were far more satisfying than the touches themselves. After awhile I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She knew what I was doing and quickly helped me to pull her shirt out of the way as I slid. & Mrs. H were pretty nice but they had two sons, one who hadgraduated a year before and one who was now a senior. Now their sonshadn't bothered me while I was at school, just pretty much ignoredme, but whenever they were home and their parents weren't aroundthey'd come into the room where I was working and make suggestivecomments about my uniform and how I walked and talked - calling me asissy. They never touched me the way Mr. J had, but they sure made myjob harder. They kept complaining about. Vaise kabhi kabhi ham log eise samay me koi blue film laga deta he…aur sath me ek dusre ke sath kuchh chhedkhani bhi karte rahte he, jisse ki maja bahut jyada aata he, aur dusre / teesre round ke liye jaldi taiyar ho jate he.Suddenly the call bell ring, which made us cautious. She got up and opened the door and see Rahul (her husband’s other friend, and also knows me, he lives in somewhere in UP) at door. She invited him inside, and as he seen me there, with some surprise he shake hands with me.