No she did not hug me but inserted her right hand below my left armprit and lifted me partially. In this process, her big melons were crushing my ches...t and only her half covered petticoat was the only barrier between me and Devisree. I was really enjoying the soft tender big melons crushing against my broad chest and continued my pretention.Then, finally she took her left hand and drew the back of my brief from my waist to just below my buttocks and after that she made me to sit on the stool. " Silence, woman," the young aristocrat ordered, and she could only comply. Though, she was still able to sip her wine, which she did, unruffled. Losing her ability to make speech had happened a few times now, and she kept her composure, knowing either the young man would remove the spell out of frustration and loneliness, or it would dissipate on its own.From across the room, there came the sound of a page turning. The third inhabitant of the house was in a large overstuffed chair, reading one. ANYWAYS on to the story.I was asked to go out of state for some training on new technology. I was in my hotel room when my cell rang and it was Chuck. Not thinking that anything more than a buddy calling to see what I was up to. He told me that he has been calling Sara on and off chatting with her just to get her uncomfortable he enjoyed making her nervous. I had seen him make her nervous several times and I got a kick out of it too. He would grab her tit and squeeze or rub her ass when we all. I tossed my damp clothes into the hamper in the laundry room, bid him goodnight, and shut myself in my bedroom, taking a sleeping pill to put a quick end to my confusing and desperate thoughts.I knew Dexter had taken my panties as soon as I went to do laundry the next morning. I remembered how I'd tossed my clothes into the hamper, my damp, creamy underwear bound up in the yoga pants, my shirt and bra on top. What I found, instead, was the yoga pants on top, no panties inside. Dexter had to.