I send her the video clip in which she is totally nude and passed through MMS. As expected my phone buzzed. It was rubiya mam and she was crying. She ...leaded me and said she was very sorry about what she said earlier. I replied that she had to pay a price for her arrogance or else this video will be public. She pleaded not to make that video public and was ready to do whatever was required.I asked her to get ready. I asked her to dress as if she was getting married. She told me that she cannot. She was sitting in my chair, fully dressed. "Come in," she said."Oh, I didn't know you had company, Mr. Sammy. I'll get another glass of orange juice," Molly said, speaking calmly as if I made a practice of having a girl in my room. But the calmness in her voice changed to alarm when she saw the scratch across my cheek. "Oh my!" Molly exclaimed, nearly dropping the tray before placing it on my desk.Cindy was quick to explain. "It happened yesterday in the football game. A boy with long. He was a dedicated bass player and was far betterat it than either Fred or myself. I smiled as I realized he couldn'tsing. Not that he didn't try, he just didn't have the goods. A huge sighof relief escaped me as I sat there and continued watching them play.They were good, but "we" were better. Still, I knew in my heart thatbeing better wasn't any guarantee of anything. A pair of hands began gently massaging my shoulders. I jumped three feetin the air and half a can of coke spilled all over. As he does, I jump into action.With each attempt to free me from my snare, I start wiggling and grinding my butt into his crotch. Subtle at first, but more and more aggressive with each try.Fortunately, I tangle it really well, so after about 30 seconds, he’s really struggling and I’m really starting to feel his reaction to my grinding. I feel his dick starting to get harder. I can tell he is trying to go faster because he’s probably completely embarrassed.Then, it happens. Exactly what I hoped.