I picked her up & took her to guest room (my room). She was motion less but by offering less resistance, she made me brave.She was also sex less for m...nths, but begged not to fuck her . She said “billo (as she calls me) kuch na karo, main tumhari baji hoin” she offered masturbation for me. I agreed but first undressed her and myself. Her naked sight had almost made me cum and with a few jerks of her soft hands. I ejaculated like a bull. We both were quiet; it was all over her hands and thighs.. For those of you who have never heard of Safehouse, it is a place for battered women to come to in there time of recovery of abuse. A place to hide from their abusers and get their feet back on the ground. A chance to become an individual being, not an abusers puppet, to be controlled as he sees fit. A chance to find ones self. A friend of mine that stayed a short time at Safehouse, (I cannot use her name without breaking confidentiality) wrote a lovely poem for the people that happened to be. In order too get to our walk-in closet you had to go through the master bath so I went in closet grabbed the pantyhose she wore to work that Saturday morning(half day at the bank) - off black No Nonsense with the control top. She wasn't a pantyhose connoisseur per say so this is the brand she mostly bought because you could get them at any WalMart or Kroger and they're very cheap. I got completely naked in the closet and was already hard as wood knowing I was in there naked as she slept. I. No-one could have known what ecstasy was being shared between two young men in the midst of their hum-drum journey to work. As we remained, almost face to face and squashed together in the crowded train, as passengers jostled and pushed around us, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My eyes absorbed the minute details of his face; the slight dimple in his shaven chin, his slightly flushed cheeks and his soft eye-lashes; even the individual hairs of his neat eye-brows and the little.