School me boys mere boobs per comment karte rhe.Mere pados ka ek ladka suresh jiske sath hum khub khelte hanste the ab suresh ka mujhe dekhane ya baat...karne ka najariya bilkul change ho gaya tha.Suresh mujhse 2 sal senior tha and intellignt tha.Jab bhi mai usase baat karti wo meri big boobs aur cleavage par najar dalta aur mai sharma jati.Mai suresh ko naraj nahi karna chahti thi kyunki padhai me suresh meri help karta tha.Mai suresh ki sister bindu ke sath uske ghar jati thiaur suresh se bate. Your body responds quickly to my touch. Your breathing starts to pick up and you think, “I was about to fuck him anyway…” then you smile and nod your head yes, not trusting yourself to speak. “Hmmm, nice. Okay. Keep your blindfold on,” I say. You just nod yes again in response. “Are you sure? I didn’t know that you didn’t know it was me,” the masseuse says. “Really, It’s okay,” you answer and reach out for him. “ You have a nice touch,” you smile. He walks over to you. You are still on. I told her to stand against the wall facing me while her hands were tied above her head and she was blindfolded.Step one was over of my revenge plot.Next I left the room for 2 mins so that she starts anticipating whats going to happen next.I came with something in my hand. I held it towards her and “click” went the sound of the camera.She got so scared ” bastard what the fuck are you doing?? Why are u taking my picture ? What are you going to do with the photos on your phone ?? ” .I said “who. He said how he'd never seen any of his hour-long BDSM videos all the way through. He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self control, that's one of his problems. No self restraint. But I can easily control him. Restrain him. Of course, he didn't come right out and ask for my help. He hardly ever does. But I always know what he wants.Chris was sitting on top of one of my old blankets, on my couch. The white, mental hospital issue straitjacket kept his hands safely.