My fingers seemed to flex on their own and she moaned in her sleep. Her hand, on top of mine, seemed to flex a little, encouraging me to squeeze again... Hmm. How many people in this bed are only pretending to sleep? I turned my head slightly toward Em and saw her eyes open, focused on my hand and Cindy’s breast. Em’s hand drifted south from my chest and found my rigid member. Her hum was reflected by Cindy’s and I moaned a little, too. My hand on that breast was no longer limited to occasional. I will not face the likes of you, who would cause injury and pain, where I have caused neither!" Blasphemy!" he said, but it was weakly, with none of the righteous indignation he had previously displayed. Perhaps he realized it, because he argued on. "You took our children," he insisted."Your children would have grown up and left you in any case," she said. "Have you actually spoken to your children? Have you asked them if they are happy? I think not. I think it is more important to you. Hunched over, still recovering she followed him, trying to cause herself the least pain possible as he led her. She knew she should be paying more attention to her surroundings, but her vision was still blurry, as he led her out of the small room her cage was situated in to what could only be described as a torture chamber. He chucked her to the floor dismissively, grabbed some handcuffs and had her hanging from the hook in the ceiling by her arms in no time at all. Taking his time he picked up. After Sneha went I was lonely as there was no one to share feelings with and no one to love. Then my eyes went on Radha in the beginning of 3rd year. I tried to closer to her. Obviously the beginning of college days means Rainy seasons, but story starts at the winters. We used to catch the same bus in the morning and I used to just smile as a greeting. One day it was raining heavily and there were no standing peoples in the bus and the seats were full I went in the front so that the next.