“No. But he said he will be here tonight for dinner and asked me to cooperate with him” she said.“What? We will also be here!” Hari asked.“N..., we will do it in our room,” she said.“It’s gonna be a great night,” I said.We were eagerly waiting for the night to arrive. Mom was wearing a black transparent sleeveless saree at low-hip with a waist chain. Mom was looking very seductive. Soon my dad’s boss came. He should be at least 45 years old. He hugged my mom and said his name was John.We started. I remembered this part from last year; it was going to be a while.Even though Becca hadn't really cared about the money, she was competitive enough to want to win, so we spent the last few weekends in August watching film of previous competitions. Becca showed me what I shouldn't do, and let me know that she would take care of the rest. I felt kind of like Tiger Woods's caddy — carry the bag, hand over the clubs he asked for, collect the check.And sure enough, we breezed through the local and. I moved in closer and gently kissed the bruise on her thigh. With my third kiss on it, I noticed that she hadn’t pulled away. She wasn’t resisting. At that, my adrenaline began to pump and I felt so confident about what was about to happen. I pushed her skirt up a little further and began to kiss up towards her pussy. Suddenly she moved towards me and pushed me back slightly. All thoughts raced through my head, and I feared our friendship was over. I looked up at her, scared of what she was. As Michelle's toy hummed and she started to pinch at one of her nipples, she began to imagine what it would be like to be bound in that woman's place, unable to do anything but enjoy that man's caresses and touches; Being made to cum again and again and again and not being able to do anything about it. The first hot waves of pleasure began to churn inside of Michelle as she caressed herself and soon, the waves crashed over her and she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm. .