I tried reading our old sex chats when I heard a feeble crying voice from beside me. The girl beside me (Swetha) was crying. To describe her, she was ... dusky petite girl. Her stats were 32B-24-32, and she was 22 years old. She was wearing denim shorts and a black tee. Her hair was neatly tied in a ponytail.I wondered if I should ask her what was wrong and why she was crying. But I felt a bit awkward initially. But she couldn’t stop crying for a while. After 15 – 20 minutes, I asked her if she. Her eyes were forced closed as she sat on the floor, and it felt like her eyes had been covered with material, a simple blindfold, but as she was led away from the chair, they laughed in her ear. ?Stupid slut, you now must rely on me to guide you and be your eyes.? Mistress spat at her, shoving her into a cold, sterile room. ?You wont be able to see again!? Lysa felt a cry rise in her throat as panic rose in her. She realised they hadn’t simply blindfolded her, they had done much worse. What. When I came I was surprised that the girl was lying nude with her towel on her bottom facing down. I started massaging her shoulders down to the edge of the towel and especially paid attention to rubbing her spine. She felt good. I slowly felt and massaged the sides of her body. She was enjoying. I went down to her toes and massaged up to her knees. She felt good. As soon as I went upwards on her thighs she had an orgasm.I continued up to her upper thighs and then removed the towel and massaged. . I think it'd be cool to have a party for him."Mrs. Collins smiled. "Hmm I suppose so but it's such short notice to get a caterer and rent chairs and-"Darren laughed. "A caterer? Mom seriously? All we need is chips, dips, pizza and some alcoholic drinks."Marc laughed and Mrs. Collins frowned. "Alcoholic drinks? Sweetie, I don't think so."Darren shrugged. "I'm kidding mom. But chips, dip and pizza and ... cokes are ok. I mean we don't need anything fancy. Besides this is a young kids party so.