I could move them, but both wrists were wrapped in old-fashioned heavy plaster casts.I gently raised my right arm, flexing my fingers over the end of ...he cast. I could at least use my fingertips, which I did, grasping the thin sheet that covered my body. Lifting it slowly, I peered down to where the sensors were attached to my chest. It was a smooth chest, I noted. Slightly larger than I was accustomed to seeing, with only a stray hair or two to be seen. The stomach was flat; no spare tire. I slap her arse, round and firm, then push her into the lounge. You are sitting there naked, your 10″ cock in your hand. She gets onto the coffee table and I turn on the music loud. Her eyes are on your cock, but the terror in her eyes has gone. You motion for her to dance and I join her on the long table. Her Sari is thin and I take it off, now she is in her tight blouse and petticoat. I unzip my top and let it fall away. My lacey black bra is cupping my breasts, but you can see through its. I, myself, wanted to go home and lie down. A headache was coming on from such the loud music and talking, that I just wanted to scream. When I came with my parents and brother, I was fine, but within the hour I felt so alone and confused. And with Natasha and her perfect glorious friends didn’t help much either. ‘Damn it . . .’ I whispered to myself. My hand trembled as I sipped my forgotten drink. I felt way to hot, and all I could think about was if Sylar was going to show up or not. That. "Oh! My…I must have left them on the floor of the pub loo..." I replied innocently. "You dirty little bitch..." he said. He was more than fucking right on that score. I felt a hard slap on my arse which instantly stung. I gasped loudly, the sting faded and just as quickly I found that my legs were being parted. I smiled as I felt a cock slip along my pussy, just the once. Then it slipped right up inside me. I nearly died with the pleasure at the intrusion; but then I always nearly die when a.