Sometimes I would catch Issac watching me from the parlor window. Issac would never step outside, had never stepped outside. He said everything outsid... made his skin crawl. But as he would stand at the window and watch me, I would put on a show just for him. Spreading my legs wide, I would pull my pussy open so he could see my fingers as they slid down the soft flesh of my pink opening. I loved knowing he was watching as I would allow my fingers to tease my clit, and play in my sweet juices.. Thats odd, I thought, Moms usually back from work by now. I walked slowly up the stairs, jumping over the creaking one at the top when I heard a soft noise that I recognised from somewhere before. It was coming from my moms room. I crept towards the door to my moms room and carefully pushed the door open a tiny bit. I recoiled in shock at what I saw, my mom was riding on top of a very muscular black man that I had never seen before. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and her hair flew around. "You're a kinky man, Mr Clegg," Angela smiled. "And you owe me a new pair of stockings. You've ruined them tying them around my wrists like that. Still, it was fun. I've never been tied up for sex before."Clegg smiled back. You've joined a elite group, he thought, there's not many women tied up by me that end up getting loose again. "Not even with Strangways?" he said. "Or is it the other way round with him?" Does he look like a playful man to you?" Angela asked."Maybe not," said Clegg."Maybe. It would raise on seeing the teachers or the class girls and there would be a giggle in the gang. They took a step further, the shagging session was just over and i lay on the desk, I saw that Suresh had his cock out too. Just when I thought he was gonna shag, my head was dragged and my mouth was forced to cover his dick. The only humiliation I was left with was getting fucked, but good heavens gay was still a forbidden thing in India. The guys never felt gay, they just liked doing it to me..