It was an early morning flight from Delhi. I landed in Bangalore by 11 a.m.I booked a cab and then reached straight to the hotel. I got freshened up a...d then called Tushar confirming him my arrival. He told me that they will be there in an hour. I slipped into a comfortable Tee and three fourths, went to the bar, gulped down a beer and then went back to the room.And now the story begins. The doorbell rang and I went to open the door. My heart was racing too fast, my hands were shaking as this. I didn't want to never have intimate contact with my parents again. Why did Alex have to do this? Why did he have to force me to do this? My pussy clenched as he touched me. “Express what you want,” he growled, his fingers sliding from my clit to my pussy. He jammed his digits into my cunt. “If you ever want to feel Dad's cock in your pussy again, then you need to unleash your will.”I couldn't.I wanted to.I shook my head.I whimpered.This was wrong.I wasn't a goddess.I was a slave.My pussy. And, he's nowhere near the student that I am, and I'm not sure I could get into Harvard. He will, however, because his father's an alumnus who gives boatloads of money to the place. So, if he can use the 'son of rich Almunus' loophole, you can use the 'girlfriend/skating partner of favored recruit' loophole."Sophia cracked up. "OK, I see your point. However, we use that as a last resort. I try to get in on my own, first." Deal." Quite honestly, I'm not sure I'd want to go to an Ivy League. Keeping you on the edge of orgasm. Your girl knows her Kama Sutra. Sweetie, I could keep you squirming for hours like this” she laughed.As more people came in and more couples danced, we sat in silence as the sweet-yet-agonizing sensations continued to build to a boiling crescendo with Helen and everyone else being unaware of my predicament. Sharon leaned over and asked me “Would you like me to stop ?” “N..no.” I whisper-moaned. “Then, beg me not to stop” Sharon said as she smiled and locked.