..”Mohini nodded to Donna, who brought a rubber whip down hard across his back.“Do you know, or don’t you? Answer the question, son. Yes or no?�...�“No ... no...” he gasped. “Maybe it’s because I wake up from dreams I don’t remember ... and I feel ... dirty ... like ... whatever I dreamed, I want it, but I don’t, and I’m disgusted by it, but that’s part of wanting it... “But ... maybe that’s not it at all. I don’t know ... I’m not sure.”“And so you want to be punished for dreaming something you. I moved my fingers to the inside of his leg and rubbed him. I moved my hand toward his crotch and he moved to get himself closer to my curious hand. I slid my buttocks close to the guy and leaned towards my passed out husband, putting my head on his shoulder. I moved the blanket to cover my shoulder arm and hand that was now in the guy’s lap.Trying to grab his dick through his pants, I could feel he was hard but could only feel the base of his cock. It must have been stuck in his pants pointing. We carried on like this for a while, before sorting ourselves out just in case someone came in.She told me to wait for her in the car park for her after work so she could take me home as she was driving in the car and I was rubbing her leg and crotch and she was trying to do the same when we got to her house, as soon as we were inside and we went absolutely crazy for each other, literally tearing each other’s clothes off and I was lying on top of her on the living room sofa in just my pants and. I nearly lost it at the beginning of the meeting, but I thought about how you believed in me. And then suddenly, I believed in me. And as the presentation went on, I realized that I COULD do all those things that I saw other people do. After that, well, I already told you.”“So what will you do now?” I asked.“What I told you. Be the prim, very proper lady that my parents want me to be. Go to their stupid parties; go out on boring dates with stupid rich boys to boring, stupid events for the.