It had been far too long since he had last spent time admiring her. He would be a fool to lose her, he realised. Deep inside he knew he had to stop ga...bling and womanising or he would lose her. Despite all he had done he knew he couldn't live without her.Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slid out of bed. He still had on the corset from the previous night. As he removed it he remembered how much fun he'd had in drag the night before. Where had Alison got an idea like that from? He looked back. “Do you masturbate, Kyle?” she asked. “Tch, yeah, you know all teenage boys play with themselves.” I responded. “Do you?” “Yeah.” She answered. She blushed as she confessed. This was interesting to me because I was unsure of how often women played with themselves. “How often do you play with yourself?” she asked. I wanted to lie and say once a week, but I wanted to establish honesty and spark a sexual relationship too. “Daily, sometimes twice daily.” I said, waiting for an exaggerated response. ”“Have you ever got into any bondage?”“I was tied up once, because the guy wanted to see how many times I could cum. OMG, I came six times in an hour, I think, as I lost count. However, he wouldn't let me tie him up, and I said that’ no fair.” “I like a little bondage, no SM no pain. But I like it when the one bound is getting 90% of the pleasure.”“I like it when there is nothing but pleasure involved.”“Well if you tease me, and pleasure me, you are welcome to tie me up someday, and have your. Sowmya felt goose bumps along her body as he traced his fingers all around on her bare skin. She felt her blood stir and felt slowly being turned on.Mr. Shah traced his fingers on her vagina, feeling the soft skin of the clitoral hood. And just when Sowmya closed her eyes and moaned gently, he leant forward and sealed her lips with his. Once again both started kissing each other’s lips while Mr. Shah continued rubbing his fingers on her vagina.He started rubbing his fingers in a circular.