Motionless, except those pretty obsidian eyes are peeking across the crowded room. Her blush is vivid; she realizes I’m staring.Being recklessly dis...solute, I lick my lips when she peeps again. It’s well known my lipstick is called Forbidden Touch.Her coal-black eyelashes flutter, then survey the room. The party-goers don’t even glance as I saunter towards her, my pussy drooling with the challenge of taming what isn’t mine.“Mistress doesn’t want me talking to you,” she murmurs.“You don’t have to. Her cheery smile and upright posture, told everybody that she was a female and proud of being a member of the Human race.Men especially looked at her with lust in their eyes. I couldn't blame them, I thought at the time, for I too was under her spell. An elbow from Susan, that was reading my mind, got me back to my surroundings. I watched women admire Susan and her outfit, wondering if either they could see the contents, or a place to buy a similar garment."Susan look at me. I have a red. Her upper boobs were almost visible. She was not wearing her bra, nor wearing her chunni. I was able to see her cleavage. My pants turned into a bonner. She noticed this, gave me a smile, and called my name.Then, I and she were having tea. We were chatting normal things. She was alone in her home. Uncle was in his office and her daughter was in her college. She was also studying 12th and used to come to me to ask doubts. Shobha aunty started asking me about college life, coaching and other. A minute later we were there, I sat on the bed trying to lay Jenny down when the room began to turn and then the darkness returned. I awoke a few hours later laying on a table. Looking under the sheet, phew! At least I still had my clothes on! Looking around, I didn't recognize a thing in this place. I saw a group of people standing near another table, reaching out I thought I'd try something I didn't usually do. I recognized the thoughts of Jenny's father. I could feel Jenny. She was very.