‘Come over here,’ I heard the man say to the others, ‘Come and have a feel how firm hertits are!’ No! This was going too far. I tried to spit ...he fingers from my mouth but to no avail. Now there I was being held tightly and forced to simulate a dirty act of oral sex whilst men took their turn to feel my breasts, now uncovered almost completely with only a thin little bra to protect my modesty. ‘Please don’t!’ I cried in a second or two of oral relief as the man pulled aside my blouse. When I. As he was walking through, from I guess, the bathroom; I gently grabbed his arm and started dancing with him. He said his name was Pete and all I could think of was how my grandmother would call a penis a Peter when I was a young kid. I thought this may be a good omen. We danced until the end of the song and he held my hand and started leading me away from the floor. We got to the booth next to the one my friends were at and we started making out. His hands were sliding up my shirt and he was. Whenever I used to leave for office at 8.15 am I used to meet her in the lift and gave her a smile. She used to go down to buy milk from the booth. Slowly my meeting with her increased as she used to come down at the same time as I used to leave for work. Now my talking with her increased andI began to tell her about my work and asked her how she spent her time at home without her husband who is shuttling between Chennai and Hyderabad. She told that she either watched TV or used to chit chat. The thought alone caused a powerful shiver to travel down her lithe spine. Her wetness was starting to seep thru her panties. Kristy moaned and clenched her legs tighter as an orgasm swept thru her trembling full figured body. The release made her already soaked underwear even more drenched. After a slight sigh, she dozed.Shortly thereafter, I arrived home and fumbled with my keys with the door lock. Letting myself in, I noticed that the house was quiet. Something stopped me from calling out to.