And as it is I have no contacts with others so what the fuck… lets gossip. It had been 3 years since I had met an old friend.“So can I ask you som...thing personal?” he asked“mmm yes but on question asked needs you to answer one personal question too. Done?” I ordered“Done! Were you serious with Sohan (my Ex)?”“Yes I was damn serious”“Then why Abhishek, Monty, Thakur and many more in the list… why did you had flings with them in school?”“Ok why can’t I cheat my bf? Didn’t you cheat your GF? And. That look, makes me servile…your slave…and that thought makes me wet. You grab my breast and squeeze it violently, ripping what little clothes I had on, exposing my erect nipples. You lick them and then start sucking on them , making them yearn for more , and making me crave more. I feel the warmth of your mouth and the circular movements of your tongue ; my knees begin to tremble as you look up at me smiling. My panting breath, turns you on even more, knowing you can easily make me cum. You. . cluttered than when I had visited in times past and I wondered if Rachel was trying to impress my sister.We didn’t just strip and start balling. Knowing that we had the house to ourselves for at least the next four hours, we just relaxed. Rachel had added some fluffy pillows to her bed and we just cuddled up against the wall to hold each other and talk. And kiss, a lot.“I’ve encountered a couple of people who have formed pods,” Em said. “From what I’ve been able to gather, they are still a. The set-up around the Festivals must be astronomically expensive.Mandy had begun to treat me as a near-equal, almost a friend, and at last she did what she’d promised before I was abducted: she told me her story, the story of how the Castration Festivals had begun. We sat in the bar with a bottle of wine and I listened.* * * * * * * *MANDY’S STORY PART ILoretta Connelly (I learned) had been Mandy’s best friend since school. She’d studied medicine and made a brilliant career but her private life.