She had had everything she needed, she had been well looked after; there had always been plenty of nice food. She had just never been allowed to leave... Sometimes the constant schooling had been a drag, the language classes, the manners and comportment lectures; and of course the twice daily sexual technique seminars. It had only been the last month or so that she had started to change, started to become less like the other girls. The differences were slight at first, they had seemed. I loved her little emo outfit of bright pink fishnet stockings, wedges, a very short black leather mini skirt, sheer pink top and a black lace bra underneath.Betsi and I danced several dances and she boldly felt up me up on the dance floor. I was getting quite turned on and feeling myself get wet as her hands would squeeze my ass cheeks and stroke my back while dancing. Soon during a slower song we started kissing. Her tongue intertwined with mine in a sensual dance in our mouths. No doubt we. I'd seen Sally whisper something to her Mum, so I guess she'd told him that she wanted her boyfriend in bed. I was mad with jealousy by this time, and certainly wasn't going to leave the house just because some guy had a hard cock in his pants and wanted to fuck. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes of Mom and Dad leaving the house, Sally disappeared up the stairs with her boyfriend. My heart was pounding because I knew what was going to happen and I was strangely excited. Even the sound. Uski aankho mein mujhe woh khushi saaf saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Maine uska haath pakda aur bathroom mein le gaya. Aur shower on kiya. Anjali aur main bilkul bheeg chuke the. Phir maine uske kapde utarna chalu kiya. Uski jeans aur top utara uske. Anjali black bra aur panty mein kya mast lag rahi thi.Phir maine uski bra ko bhi nikal diya. Uske boobs bilkul perfect size mein the. Maine turant dono haathon se pakde. Apna muh unke beech mein de diya woh dum se tadap uthi. Tabhi maine apna haath.