How are you?Me: I am good, how are you?Hema: Hmm good.Me: What are you doing?Hema: I am working and in the office.Me: Where are you working?Hema: I am...working in a bank.Me: That’s great. I am working in a private firm as a design engineer.Hema: Good, how much do you earn?Me: 18k.Hema: How much will you give me?I was a bit puzzled and replied.Me: You give half of your salary I will give half of mine.Hema: Hmm I cannot.I usually hate that hmm from anyone.Me: Ok, I will message later, have some. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her the past two weeks. Sure, we talked on the phone, just as I did with Em, but having her near where I could just turn and make a comment or ask a question, having her reach out and touch my hand or my shoulder, having her presence in the room with me, it really made it feel like I was at home. After we got Pey to the pool, I went out to mow the lawn and Beca scrubbed the awful frying pan and did the rest of the dishes. At last, I had time to sit and. She was thankful for the small blessing that the stocks held her knees in place and prevented them from shaking in shameful fear. One grabbed the back of her rough woolen prison shirt and yanked hard on it, ripping it apart at the frayed seams. She hadn't been issued underclothes and thus her breasts bounced freely in the summer air. Fingers started to grasp at her breasts and she bit her lip, hiding any reaction as her large tits were grabbed, twisted, and teased all at once. Another hand. She started fucking her pussy with her fingers. Sometimes she would rub her clit, sometime she will put two of her fingers into her vagina and fuck it. She was breathing heavier. I asked her to sit straight and put the laptop in a position so that I can see what she was doing with her pussy. Her legs were now spread and she was rubbing her pussy and I was jerking my penis.My penis wanted to get inside of her. I had pre-cum all over my penis. She started moaning and begging me to fuck her. One.