A table, two chairs, and a really big mirror. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he's in an interrogation room.The mean-looking guy stands up and ...alks out. Before the door closes, Steve hears him saying, "He's awake."How the hell did he get here? He tries to move his hands and realizes that he's handcuffed to the table. It's pretty surreal. He never thought he'd end up in one of these rooms.The door opens again but this time it's a beautiful redhead in business attire that's walking. She wouldn't let him off the hook that easily. "I need to speak to Mr. Malone." Sarah stated to his secretary, the one who wasn't there the night before. "Right away, Misses ..." His secretary tried to remember her name. "Ford!" Sarah completed, a bit harshly. She watched as the young secretary announced her over the interphone. "Mr. Malone will be here shortly, Mrs. Ford. Please wait for him at his office." The secretary politely said. She entered his office and sat at the couch. She was upset. Standing there in my bedroom, frozen in place, unsure if it was from fear or excitement I let this stranger play with my swollen breast. Soon after I felt his arm move away from my waist and down towards my wet, stirring pussy. I could feel it wanting, growing, and begging for attention. It has been awhile since I have received this type of attention from anyone other than myself. One finger at a time I feel his hand over my warm clit, with that my entire body goes into overdrive with feeling.. Have taken a break from work and currently traveling places. You live only once.Well, I had a few backlogs. So I had to return to college for supplementary exams. I had a few friends outside my batch. There was a junior of mine with whom I get along quite well. She was a year junior to me. Same branch. She was from Hyderabad. A bit dusky. Let’s call her Elli.I always knew she had a crush on me. I kind of used to avoid her on direct topics on relations and play it quite. I didn’t want the.