Her right hand slipped off her thigh onto mine, and I was certain it had been accidental, but then she decided she might as well explore my body while...she was already there and began rubbing her hand up and down my muscular leg.When she moved to use both hands, I closed my eyes to enjoy the touch of her hands on my legs and feet. But my attention was drawn to the symbols which my other sight constantly showed flowing around her mind and body. I found myself lost in the combination of their. The warmth in my breasts seemed to be subsiding. Or was I just becoming use to the feeling? And what exactly was I feeling? My arms and legs ached from being tied to this chair. I was hot and my mouth was dry. But that wasn't all I felt ... I was very aroused!"What the fuck are those? What did you put on her breasts? Abbey, are you ok?" "I'm fine Jeanne, it doesn't hurt any more." "Shut up bitch, I'll deal with you later. As for you Abbey, how are you feeling?" "I feel fine sir. Although the. I had 5 relations back then.Coming to the story, it was at the time when I completed my B.Tech and returned home with an idea to prepare for GRE in a passion to go to the USA and pursue higher studies. We live in govt quarters built around a big area as my father works as an executive in a govt company.Those were the boring days of life and days passed on without any idea. The adjacent house was empty and there was no one to even spend my time without getting bored. I made it a habit to visit. The taxi man really wasn't paying attention So I decided to stroke his dick, he got hard really fast. It was like rock. I'm guessing because he hadn't done it in a while, so it must have felt really good for him to feel my hands on his dick. He was a bit tense because he thought the Taxi man would see what was going on, but I didn't really give a shit. As we arrived closer to the hotel i decided to stick his dick into my mouth to give him a taste (and myself a taste I guess) of what was yet to.