Almost daily I used to have deeper glimpses of her cleavages. Sometimes her saree gets tucked into her ass crack when she stands after sitting for a w...ile. This used to make me horny.During some holidays when I was playing with her children in their house I noticed that she was very casual about her attire. Many a times she used to put her pallu aside during work and even in the presence of their daughters and son and me she used to take away her pallu to clean her sweat from face and stomach. "Oh, Darlin'," she cooed, "that feels delicious."Having said that, Lisa grabbed the hem of her top, pulled it over her head, and tossed it on the seat beside her. Her tits were absolutely perfect and they didn't go unnoticed by the other guys."You have beautiful breasts, Lisa." Thanks, Sweetie," she said with a giggle. "They were worth every penny."I was curious about her comment, but I just assumed that she had undergone a boob-job. As we fondled each other for a few minutes, I knew that I was. While it offered some release in that sense it gave her a whole new thingto worry about. Why the hell had she been put in a car? Where would shebe taken? Had she just been kidnapped? Would she ever get to return homeagain or had this been the plan all along? How could she have been sostupid to cuff herself to that bed again knowing that the man who wouldcome had ill intentions. Sure she hadn't expected them to be thisextreme, but then again getting her mouth used as some sextoy was. He was a year older than me, he had a six pack, and he knew a lot about sex. We were both bi and he said that he had never had sex with a man, and he thought it was cute that I was 19 and still a virgin. We were at one of our friend's HUGE houses in Los Angeles. We had to share a room since there weren't enough for us each to have our own. We had a room that overlooked the entire skyline of LA, it even had a balcony. It was still early evening when we got back from the party downstairs. I was.