You entered the living room, sat down on the sofa, in front of the coffee table with the cognac bottle, your legs slightly parted, I sat down on a cha...r to your right, you poured yourself a glass of cognac, we were staring at each other. I got up, stood behind you, reached with a hand to cup your right breast through your Angora pull-over. My left hand roamed under your chin, on your throat, feeling your skin, your collarbone, occasionally roaming over your face, feeling your inert lips. I. We went into the building and we saw that it was some old government building, so we climbed up 4 floors and found a small room which was dusty and it had some books all around, I was getting so excited since this is now illegal also becausewe’re going to have sex in a government building!!!I told him we can do it here and let’s do it fast. He came up to me and started kissing… I was so turned on again because he smelt of paan and was a little sweaty since he had been driving all day. I held. Nothing else. You can choose which ones.”Rach blushed, “You know I don’t have any bras, I’m too…”“Small?”Rach blushed deeper. She’d always been embarrassed of her chest, which was far too small to require a bra. She admired Tara’s C-cups, often telling her they were absolutely perfect.Tara continued, “I hid one of Jess’s old training bras under your bed when we started playing. You can wear that.”“OK,” Rach said, feeling embarrassed that even aged twenty two she would be wearing a training. It was quite small for a king suite and thankfully much cleaner than other parts of the hotel. An old wooden double cot with a new bedspread. A flower pot with plastic flowers on top of the table.A small mini bar beneath it. A flat-screen TV fixed on the wall at an odd height was playing some old Bollywood songs. The window A/C was sending moist air continuously almost making one sick. The old slow fan making squeaky noises echoing in the room.“Aap idhar baithiye, sahab bathroom mein hai,” the.