As it was a government college, there was no strict restriction on who can come and go. My daily routine was to go there at 6:30 am for walking and co...e back by 8:00 am.Daily while jogging and around 7:30 am, I use to see a lot of girls around going for their prayers and classes. All types of girls used to be there and I used to feast my eyes. One day, I started searching girls of that college on FB and kept sending friend requests to them.One fine day, a girl named Rani accepted my request and. "I don't know. I need to think about this." Fair enough," Barbara agreed, "but let me ask you a question. Howdoes your back feel?"Quinn blinked. "My back? It's... ok, I guess. Why?"She smiled. "Quinny, I've been watching you for the last couple ofdays. You're moving really well, but you kind of list to the leftbecause of your back injury. Now, I've been watching you move aroundhere since I put that corset on you and you are moving perfectlynaturally. So... come on. How does your back feel?. We had a particular subject we had discussed plenty lately and we decided upon trying out during this trip; playing in a moving car. With unbuttoned pants and her hand and fingers pressed through my underwear, I sighed in pleasure. It was a thrilling game, having to focus on the road in front of me while her fingers ever so slowly circled my clit. Whenever my focus faltered the pleasure stopped and she teased me, reminding me I had something important to focus on. The road ahead was a long,. You sense my reaction and start to focus solely on my nipples pulling and shaping them almost as if you are absent mindedly kneading a piece of blu-tack. You stop and move across the room to fetch the clamps. I want to run but I stay rooted to the spot. You walk in front of me and lift my right breast, your hand supporting it, you lower your mouth to my nipple and start to suck, at first it feels pleasant but as you suck harder and harder it feels as if you are going to suck my nipple off.