Her body, in intimate contact with his along it's length, was a warm embrace. A drip from her wet pussy onto his cock was a reminder that they *should...* move.His regular breathing lifted her as much as her own efforts had. Up, then down; up; down. Had he been on top, she would be suffocating. She really must give him more room to breathe. She concentrated on drawing her left hand from beyond his shoulder blade to anchor it next to his chest, to use as a lever to move.He felt her hand, carressing. I am completely at his mercy. He starts kissing my neck and he works his way to my mouth and just barely kisses my lips and then pulls away I try and reach up for him but of course I cant the bonds stop me. He runs his hand up and down my body all around my breasts until my nipples start to get hard. Then he take each one in turn into his mouth sucking on them and pulling them. God it feels good. I try again to touch him but I cant. He starts to slap my tits it doesn’t hurt at first but it is. Now coming to the story, my best friend’s name is Mahmood who is from Pakistan. His dad runs multiple businesses and he often helps his dad after school. We do combine studies together. One day we both were studying at my home and it was around 7 pm in the evening. My mom always takes bath in the evening before prayer time. After doing her prayers mom came to serve snacks for us. The saree she was wearing sticking to her body as she just took bath. She was looking very beautiful and I saw. So then I reached down between us and under her dress to touch her thong. she was pretty wet too and I just smiled at her and told her to come with me so I took her hand told her to get her purse and led her out of the club.I asked her if she drove her car she said yes..her gfs came with her over...so since I knew Charles was keepin her gfs busy...I told her cool..let me text him on whats up so he can keep your gfs busy inside the club as not to worry...so she was ok by that..so we get to her.