I don't even understand why I do certain things and why I don't do others. Why, for instance, am I playing in a band? I'm twenty four years old and wo...king on my Master's degree in bio chemistry. Between my classes and my internship at Harris Chemical, I'm pretty busy. I'd love to be able to spend the rest of my time with Priya. And to be honest, I really do. We share a lot of the same classes. We study together and our work schedules are the same so really the only time we're apart is when. While we were on the floor, I noticed Michael getting quite aroused when he was holding my hips and dancing. We continued to dance for quite a while. We moved to the bar and had a few more drinks. We went back to dancing. After what I felt was enough torture for the poor guy, I moved myself closer to Michael and asked if he wanted to leave. He said yes, grabbed my hand and lead me out of the club before I could even say ‘OK’. He led me out of the club and onto the street. I asked where we were. A hard on for me was impossible rightnow. Bruce looked over me and the restraints bindingmy hands and ankles. With my legs up in the air spreadwide and my ass off the edge of the table, I knew myboy hole had to be on display. The other man waswatching too and commented on my not having any underarm hair. He also commented "what a smooth pussy." Itold them I just can't grow it there. Bruce movedaround and lifted the head of the table up someallowing my eyes to see my dick and the clock on. It felt like a door had been slammed in her face. She wanted to crumple before him but forced herself to keep it together. He met her eyes and nodded. “You can’t. We—I… ” Emotion welled up inside her, her confusion only making things worse. She glanced around in a futile effort to find something to anchor to but it only left her feeling more alone. Why did she care? There had never been anything between them beyond the physical. They’d made no promises to each other or discussed the idea of.