Neetu’s sasur ( I will address him as FIL in the story now onward) introduced me to that man. He was a principal in the city college. I shook hand w...th him. We exchanged pleasantries , he kept holding my hand, I could feel pressure of his hand. . I tried to pull hand away but now he put another hand also on my hand. He looked into my eyes and said , “Manju you are much more attractive and sexy than what this FIL told me.. “I could not believe my ears. Since I grew , I never considered myself. I had read about “glory holes”. Being the horny young perv I had always been I peeked through. One was empty. In the other an older guy, maybe early 40s was stroking his cock. I was watching getting very hard when he saw me. He stood up and came over and slid his cock through the wall, a good eight inches. I wasn’t sure what to do when I heard him whisper ‘suck it’. I thought ‘no one knows me here, why not?’ I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed it. I heard him moan and he pushed it further. It’s a awesome friend to have in any form of Law enforcement. He’s kept me from a beating many a time.) My anxiety also expresses itself as random jerks in my body and it gives my left arm a kinda of life on its own. When I stress it will draw itself up by my shoulder and my fingers do this thing where they deform like I’ve had a stroke.I was off my meds for about three days due to not having the money to get them. I wasn’t happy with the experience, My mental abilities regressed and the pain,. Despite the sting she could still feel through her ass and pussy, or perhaps because of it, she found herself building towards an orgasm. Her body tensed, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin. “Do you want to cum?” Said the second man from somewhere in front of her. She nodded once in response. “How bad do you want to cum?” It was a trick question, and she knew it. If she didn’t answer, she wouldn’t cum. If she did answer, she’d be breaking the no sound rule and would receive another.