She was amazed how attached I had grown to her breast. We had progressed both in typing and making out. She allowed me put my hands inside her blouse....Now and then accidentally her hands would brush or even pinch my hard cock. One time she twisted my cock for a few seconds thinking it was the broom handle. But no matter what I did for her, she would not agree to sleep with me or even touch my cock. That would violate her faith.However a few days before my parent came. Prabha got a good part. “I’m sure.” She kissed me once more then leant back on the sofa. “God baby.” I was about to get up to join her but as soon as I went to move, I felt Jason’s hands on my back, keeping me down. I had completely forgotten about him. “You’re not going anywhere baby. After that little show I think you need a treat.” He bent over me so his chest was against my back. He’d taken his shirt off and I could feel his chest hairs tickling me. He kissed my neck and then worked his way round to my shoulder.. ‘Um…no,’ said Sophie, biting her lip. ‘It doesn’t matter, I can just sleep in my underwear.’ I couldn’t believe my luck! I had to wonder if this was intentional, did she set this up? I took off my shoes and placed them outside of the tent. Sophie did likewise and I zipped up the tent when she was done. I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my watch. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Sophie remove her flannel shirt and pull her tank-top over her head. Beneath it was a very thin black strapless. I sat quietly in the chair watching her cry. She would rock back and forth, sobbing and crying. Sometimes mumbling something, after a while the tears stopped and she sat there quietly on her knees. Her head bowed and her body broken. It was 12:05 she started to mumble that she would be a good girl and she began to sob again. I would hear her, as she talked to herself, sometimes mad at herself for what had happened. I began to notice that the vibrator was getting weaker as the batteries were.