I could see she was nervous so later that night I held her, starring into her deep eyes then we suddenly kissed - It wasn't amazing, more like a stiff...boring kiss but after the kiss she kept cuddling up to me holding my hand and stroking my arm as we were waiting for the goodbye train like a 1930's movie.Next day, I had the Mayor of my City visit our work place it was incredible but also the final day of my apprenticeship.I received a text from her asking to meet again after work outside her. Pete went back to calling me a slut and whore and how he was going to fuck me as often as he wanted. He was telling me my pussy was made for his cock and how it looked so nice wrapped around him. He was grabbing my chest harder and pulling my nipples out as far as he could with one hand as his other was fondling my ass cheek and pushing against it to open my ass for a better view. I was moaning and telling him to fuck me harder, I want to be your cock slave. Oh you feel so good inside of me,. I asked her if she will come to my home since no one was there and she agreed after a long convincing . When Pennarasi came she had her long hair waving and i asked if I can touch them which she agreed.I removed her clip and ran my hands through her hair and she said enough cos she was getting aroused … I didnt stop and kept doing the same and gave her a small kiss in neck and left .I couldnt control the next day in cab since Pennarasi was sitting more close to me and our bodies were. “its ok baby” he said. Probably i was sitting in a uncomfortable position so when i tried to get up, i lost balance and feel onto bhaiya’s hands. And i realized i had fallen with my breasts straight in bhaiyas hands. It was the feeling which i would die to have. Bhaiya was toughing my breasts. My boyfriend rarely ever did this; all he would do is kiss me and just make love that’s all. He seemed to enjoy all this. He turned me over and looking at me said “padmini, i am sorry, i should not be.