Her name was Kajal (name changed). She was around 23 years of age and was doing Masters from Lucknow itself. After reading my story on ISS, she mailed...me and praised me for my writing skills. She was constantly asking me for more details from the story which I happily provided her.I got the feeling that she wanted something more but I never wanted to rush it. So I played slow and started inquiring about her. All this while we were chatting on mail. She shared her number and we fast-forwarded. “Spread your legs!” I hear those words so many times during the night. “Spread your legs!”I do as I am told. I am not wearing knickers. My panties disappeared much earlier. I have no idea where they are.I am on my back with my wrists tied together, my arms stretched above my head and my legs spread. I hear my own breathing; irregular nervous. I am opened up. Fingers probe me as if I’m being examined. Then nothing.I lay there on my back with my wrists tied together, my arms stretched above my. "Based on the lack of accent I assumed that they were also from the states.They introduced themselves as Jack and Molly. I guessed they were in their mid-thirties. Jack had a dark complexion and a slight build. Molly was more fair skinned although for a redhead she had a nice tan. Since they were sitting at the bar, it was hard to judge their exact body type, but from the amount of cleavage on Molly it was clear that she had a rather nice set of breasts."Is this your first day?" Jack. " So why didn't you say anything to me?" Well shortly after I found out, you told me you were getting really fond of Clare. What would you have said if I had then told you that she'd recently been on the end of my dick? If our roles had been reversed, would you have told me?" No, I suppose not."Clare was carrying a tray as she entered the room. She had put her white panties back on and had done up the two middle buttons of her green top. She was not revealing much, but just enough to be utterly.