It was late, and no one inside expected a woman. I clearly remember mom dressed casually that day.She wore a green saree and a yellow blouse without a...bra. The blouse was backless. It was summer, and I cannot blame it on her. As she did not wear her bra, her meaty boobs hung with pointy nipples. I was aroused too, and so was expected of the people sitting inside there.We took the table, and I went to the counter to order something. I was discussing with the attendant our problem when a driver. There were 4 of us sissies servicing my male friend. This lasted below the radar for about a year, we would get together in the basement of the single guy Herb's house, he had a whole room set up for sex, big screen, music, lights, toys, bondage tables, etc. We would have sessions with all of us for about 4 hours on the weekend and Wednesday evenings for about 3 hours. All of us were in love with each other, hoping to make the next party the best, so we kept trying new things.Joan's eyes were. “It’s dangerous to go that way. Come back.”He turned and moved back. No point in pursuing his explorations for now. The man who called for him turned and left, before he could reach him. He turned again to look at the gallery left behind and then he noticed. There was a small fading light at the end of the corridor. He hesitated for a moment. At any point, he could get lost if he was to continuously roam the convoluted labyrinth. But curiosity got the better of him. Taking a last look to see if. He decided to chance the next move although the dark voices screamed that it would be a mistake. Slowly he started to unbutton the shirt , and Susan still kissed him, maybe this was not such a wrong move afterall. With a shrug of the shoulders Susan let the shirt fall to the ground. She repositioned herself so that the breasts were in easy reach of his mouth. Again, slowly he leaned forward and kissed a nipple. A tremor went through Susan’s body and she moaned a little. “Please”, she begged,.