I rejected her call twice and called her immediately after the meeting. She directly asked me to meet her. She had never done that before. Her voice w...s a bit of a trembled tone. So I informed my boss as some emergency and left for her flat.It was just 40 minutes drive. Her flat was on the 4th floor. I rang the bell and there she was with eyes half red dressed up in mango-ish yellow saree. I couldn’t make out why the sad face. She welcomed me in and checked whether any neighbor is around. She. ”“Well, we just got chatting, we had a little kiss, he felt my pussy through my jeans, I got turned on, and err I wanked him off.”I was dumbstruck, my missus and Troy, never.She turned herself round, stared me in the face, and cracked up “Had you going, your fucking face is a picture.”“You bastard” I said relieved.“Not that I wouldn’t have, but Troy said we shouldn’t, you’re a mate and all that, the kissing bit was true though.”I couldn’t get the image of them fucking out of my head. Bizarrely,. He hit her at the right spot at the right time and she fell in the trap.”“Whatever she was doing, she was not in her right state of mind. She was kind of like a zombie. One day she snapped and took all her anger and sadness out and planned to take revenge on you by sleeping with Prashant.”Me- Who the fuck does that in anger, was she out of her mind, couldn’t you have stopped her?She- Will you listen to me carefully? I just explained that she was not in the right state of her mind.“She does. " Said Chelsea, reaching out and grabbing my balls in her thin, pale fingers. They looked so delicate and white, like the petals of a rare and beautiful orchid, but when she squeezed my peanut sized testicles it was with the grip of an industrial vice. I squealed in pain, and both of the girls giggled as Chelsea pulled me out of the room by my balls.She dragged me down the corridor to the freezing cold bathroom and threw me into the bath, which had a shower attachment above it. Chelsea pressed.