Now, over to the story, It is a real story which took place in the year 1997, at that time I was doing business from Kolkata to Bangladesh, I used to ...ravel frequently, one evening I landed Kolkata from Bangladesh (Dhaka) and from the airport I called my friend and told him that I have landed and where is he, he told me to come to one restaurant and from the airport I directly went to the restaurant. He was dating a Bengali female. I got introduced to her, her name was Mona (name changed) and. Like any teenage boy, I was all hormones, cock and cum, it was all I thought about, but now I had a release. I didn’t think it would ever be a man though, especially a full grown, big, hairy father of a friend.When my cell buzzed, I didn’t think much of it. I casually glanced at it and when I saw it was from an annoymous number with the title, “Open in private” my curiosity had me running to a private stall in the restroom as soon as I could. When I opened the file, I had to lean against the. I pulled itover my head and slid it down my body. I got it positioned over thebra, stood up, and smoothed it down over the pantyhose and panties. Ikept rubbing my hands all over, reveling in the satin and lace. My dickwas so hard and I couldn't stop thinking about pulling the hose down andjacking myself into submission. I turned and looked into the mirror tosee myself for the first time. White lace and nylon full slip bulgingout with reasonable breasts from the bra I was wearing and hose. My word you can count on. If the other guys find out you talked, they won't take it well. They will kill you. What they do about your family would depend on what kind of mood they're in. You really don't want to risk that." How can I be sure they won't hurt us anyway?"I indicated he should sit on the toilet in the stall. I started to tie his feet. "They don't get violent for no reason. The only contact you'll have with them is if you talk."He had a worried look on his face."I won't let them do.