As I pushed myself against him, he placed his hand in the small of my back holding me tight against him, then slipped his knee between mine placing hi... upper thigh firmly against my now very wet pussy. My swollen nipples pressed against his lower chest, as he said in a low voice, "I'd love to feel you all over Janet."Looking up at him I said, "I'd love to have you feel me all over Dan.How can we make this happen, without Donna knowing whats going on?"I said, "The next time Donna gets up to. I’m a 23-year-old man employed in one of the most leading MNCs situated in India. My bodily measurements are such that women would love to get me in their bed. I have a height of 6.2 feet with superb six-packs and the right tone of muscles. My chest is filled with random tattoos such as that of a phoenix or an ancient compass. Thankfully, my body does not have any bodily hair at all. I’m a pianist. Nature bestowed upon me extremely long feminine fingers, which I have seen my female colleagues. I had been so hurt, so recently, I felt brittle inside, and she didn’t push.She insisted on knowing what had made Clara so angry, though. I didn’t want to tell her. It seemed the height of ingratitude to blame her for it, when I hadn’t given her due warning. She gave me no choice but to explain, and she winced when she heard it was her text, her laptop, and my foolish defence of it that had caused my cousin to get really angry.I couldn’t believe she apologised to me about it. More, she said we. He let go and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to her feet. Still weak her knees buckled a little as he dragged her to the chains, stumbling but never falling. With a snap he closed the cuffs around her wrists once more, and like a predator eyeing up his prey, looked her up and down. Turning, he walked over to the dresser. "You'll need a robe" he said, pulling a pair of scissors from the drawer and walking back over to her. She nodded.The cold blade pressed against her hand, and slowly he ran.