This is my true incident. I am a computer service technician. This incident was before 5 months.On that day i got a call from my friend her name was ...Gopika and she is my classmate; she told me that her friend’s computer is dead please help her this is very urgent and gave her number i agreed today i will go. After some time i called that number her name was Preethy and she told me it’s very urgent please come today for repairing , i agreed and told i will come today afternoon 1 pm her home. I didn’t even protest when I felt you get off the bed. It wasn’t until suddenly I felt an unfamiliar bejewelled hand caress the side of my face did I jump and realise once again how much I hated to be blind and immobile. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to share her? I bet I could break her twice as fast as you are…’ A voice like broken glass grated over my nerves, the words barely as disturbing as her obviously faked dulcet tones. ‘I told you before to leave her alone, I don’t share well. If you. I can almost feel you kissing it, licking, while a finger enters my pussy, and I let out a big moan. It comes up to rub my clit and down again. But it's not enough. I turn around and wildly start to hump my pillow, screaming your name. I feel a chill each time my clit touches the fabric. I scream your name, riding you in my dreams, my hair all over my face. Faster. Faster. Faster. Until my whole body stops, and I start shaking. I land flat on the bed, gasping for air. But you wouldn't be done. And what was now jutting from my groin was only a couple of inches from Penny's lips. For some goofy reason I imagined her eyes again, except this time they were cross-eyed."Sorry," I said. I squatted again. My knees complained. My mind wasn't listening to them, though, because it was trying too hard to come up with something to mitigate the unfortunate circumstances I found myself in."About the being turned on thing," I said. "I think you're probably over thinking it. A lot of that stuff works.