She grabbed me by the head and pushed me between her legs under her skirt. She held the skirt over me as she squeezed her thighs together almost suffo...cating me. A few minutes later she spoke again. "You can come up now, they are gone," she sighed. I stood up and then seated myself again on the fur covered bar stool. "Who were they?" I asked. "Oh, just a tribe of wild women. They go around to bars looking for men to capture and take back deep in the jungle," she explained. "Hmmm...Sounds, um,. Aise humne 2-3 din or chating ki or phone no. Exchange kiye. Hum rojana thodi bahut baat krne lge the, 7-8 din baad uska sunday morning me mujhe call kiya ki wo massage karani chahti hi,Maine use bola ki ghar pe akeli ho kya, usne bola haan akeli hu or apna address diya, maine kha ki 2 hrs baad tumhare ghar milte hai.Maine bath liya or breakfast kiya, after that seema bhabhi ko tease krte hue mai bataye hue address ke liye chal diya, friends maine seema bhabhiKo sarika ke baara me pehle hi bta. Her mind was really going now as she stared at my breasts, getting excited at the possibilities. "Wow," she muttered again, then looking up at me with a smile as I laughed.I was sitting with my top off, a pair of shorts on as she contemplated what we would be doing. She was squirming in her seat as she tried to overcome a lifetime of knowing you can't boss Mom around."Can you...well...can you stand over here?" she whispered.I said "Yes mistress" and walked over to stand in front of her, smiling. I didn't even noticed back then why was him from any other, but it was because he was really feminine, had really gentle and soft factions and a very slim body... But he was a jerk in the bottom. I'm not going to get in details, but he made me feel really bad about myself in plenty of ways. We broke up in a month, but I had the scars for years. By my twenties, my life was awful. I was a shut down, spending my whole days sleeping, playing videogames and watching cartoons. Not just because that.