My own hand stilled on his chest as I was distracted by the sensation.I moaned softly as his fingers curled around the mound of flesh, and his thumb s...roked over my nipple; it crinkled and tried to gouge a hole in the palm of his hand, and his breath hitched, pulling him out of the passionate kiss. He moaned my name, sending a wave of heat down to my centre, and I squirmed, pressing against his hand and biting my lip to stifle my own feral sounds. He'd touched my breast before, it wasn't a. She was tethered in place like a puppet, forced into something of an arch, her breasts thrust outermost. Her long legs strained, her tits heaved and it was clear she was trying madly to adjust her twisted position.No wonder the bitch ain’t running away!Robert chuckled when he saw that Cassandra still wore a single high heel – bright red to match the color of her nails. The other heel sat broken on the floor, an indication of the fight she’d put on before being subdued. Robert hadn’t noticed it. We had known Jan forever, as we were growing up. Neither of us had ever dated her. She was a tom boy, our pal, a good friend, a buddy….whatever you would like to call it. When none of us was doing anything else, we would hang out together, cruising, drinking and just having fun. Jan wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world back then, but she was very attractive. Her body was fantastic. She had long, dark brown hair, was 5’ 10 inches tall and weighed about 120 pounds. She had a great. Our bodies touched in between and that sent shivers throughout my body. I was losing myself over her. We were on the verge of completing our cooking when she asked me something which pulled out the breath off me.“Rahul, how long its been you didn’t get physical”There was silence all over.She continued“Sorry, if I had crossed my limits”Cutting her words I replied“3 long years”“Mine its 4 years, don’t you miss getting physical”“Ummmmmm, yeah”Hardly had I finished my words she kept her palm over.