All these days, no other hand except mine had touched my dick, and I felt beautiful and thrilled. I lifted her kameez up, with her raising herself up...so that the dress slid up easily. I found her bra was already open (I guess she did it while I was dreaming about her cunt), and I felt the warm softness of her breast meeting my hand. I felt I was holding something warm, soft, lovably lickable and smooth in my hands. I wanted to experience the feel of her breast in my hand for as long as. I and my friend used to come home walking every day after the bus left us at the bus stop and we were accompanied by one of her friends too…I never initiated any conversation as she was a stranger and I and my friend were very good friends.Time passed by and I got to know later through my friend that she had a crush on me…Her name was Anamika(name change) and she was chubby and cute but I never had any feelings for her…We had random chats on whatsapp. She tried showing her love but I never. She then went to the wardrobe and took out her handcuffs, which she attached to the bed and for special occasions such as this she pulled out her 9” strap on, lubed it up and placed it under the pillow.That bastard Chris wouldn’t know what had hit him. If he wanted to treat her like a whore a whore she would be.She pulled a white lace robe around her and waited for him to arrive.Frankie didn’t have to wait long as he knocked on the door, she ran downstairs and opened it.Chris stood there. Margo was known to have slept her way to her grade point average, sharing the effort with both students and faculty.As the girl in the bar drew closer, May had a troubling thought. What if the girl tried to kiss her hello? Not one of those friendly girlfriend type kisses on the cheek, but one of those sort of kisses a woman gave a man to let him know she was definitely interested. Maybe, she told herself, she was just projecting the feelings she had about Margo onto this woman who reminded her.