I began to unzip him. As I reached my hand into Mike's jeans, touching his cock for the first time, his precum had already begun to flow. I gently pul...ed him through his fly, and then poured lube into my right hand. I then stepped to his side and began to gently stroke him. After a moment Mike closed his eyes and began to relax. We stood with me facing his right side, my own bulge almost touching his hip. I had never been this close to Mike, and our faces were just inches apart. I breathed in. )Back to her captive tied to the "X" shaped platform: Sitting directly in front of the naked and restrained, tall blonde, the cadet slowly ate her lunch studying the vixen's form.At 6'2", this woman was a piece of art to the cadet; an Amazon with strong, thick ankles and calves. Her thighs were long and sinewy like that of a runner. The cadet loved the way the top of her captive's inner thighs curved inward at the pelvis - so much so that the smaller woman reached out with one hand and lightly. Fast forward to the 4th semester. Raji became my project guide. I was on cloud nine as I would get the chance of ogling her every day.Okay enough of dragging, let’s get into the crux of the story. Raji used to wear tight leggings and tight tops without any chunni. So mostly her cleavage was visible. I used to go to her cabin to discuss my project. One day, as it was a very hot summer she asked me to sit in her cabin as it was equipped with AC.She was wearing a deep neck blouse and her boobs. The door was directly at the top of the flight of stairs, and despite the underlying excitement, I had this deep-rooted anxiety that all eyes are on me everyone would know I was about to do something wrong! Rewind: Riya and I first connected over the Internet about three months ago. It was a casual funny comment (which is my usual modus operandi) that got her to respond. Typically, internet chat yields a whole lot of rubbish for the most part, and not being one to suffer fools, my hit and miss.