Up until now I did not even bother sharing what happened during my encounter with Cassandra in fear that people would assume that I am a delusional de...iant for coming up with such an outrageous and seemingly fictive story, but to whoever is reading this, I can assure you everything that you will read did in fact occur and everything written below is nothing but truth ...October 18th, 2003I was sitting in my office, drinking my favorite coffee and reading a newspaper. Midway through the paper I. She drew closer, I was surprised to see her lips tremble just a little, as if unsure or overwhelmed. She kissed my palm and then my wrist. I finished my drink quickly, feeling the cool wine slide down my fevered body. I moved towards her and she asked, "Dance?"I nodded, we stood up and danced right there to the soft voice; a formal pose, her leading. A few minutes of enjoying her presence and I moved in next to her, pressing against her body. I felt hardness, and stepped back in surprise. She. Professor! Then a plan was hatched to seduce him but they were unaware Professor was already watching them.The next day he was called into the cabin and was asked to press Smitha’s legs. In Indian prisons, it is not strange that prisoners are made to do such work, but doing it for a lady was something new. And while doing it, our Professor was able to trap her in his words. He assured her a soothing massage would help her feel better. In normal circumstances, he would not dare such a thing but. They must have been going at it for over an hour. I lay in bed and started to think about my Uncle naked. The most I had seen of his body was when he took his t shirt off during the summer and he was in pretty good shape for being in his late 30’s. I had also seen his cock bulge in his trousers a few times when I had walked in on him watching porn. He was always so embarrassed and quick to try and cover himself up but I always knew what he had been up to. A few of my friends were always.