It was my turn. Taking control, I tilted her head up to mine, my fingers just under her jaw. I kissed her with need and passion, a fire that she eager...ly returned. Grasping her buttocks, I pulled her against me, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist for support. With her in my arms, I moved forward, her back to the bed, and laid her down gently, her black cascade of hair behind her.Her eyes were aglow with the heat of her loins, I pressed kisses to her neck, below her ears, and along her. “Well no, I don’t.”“Ha, that doesn’t surprise me. You ought to have some, what do you masturbate with?”“My fingers,” I answered awkwardly.We remained nose to nose, her eyes staring into mine. She moved her hand up under my dress and started lightly scratching my clit through my knickers, giving me instantaneous tingles and renewed wetness in my underwear. A whimper escaped my lips.“I love your kitten-like whimpers when I touch you. Yes, you need some toys, so we can have fun using them on each. He turned around unable to wipe the grin off his face as he continued to head into the plan. He made his way through and followed the hostess showing him to his seat. He sat back only to feel his heart thumping against his chest. The moment the plan took off and the hostess announced everyone that it was safe to unfasten, Madhan unfastened the belt and relaxed back on his seat and shut his eyes, reviving the memory of everything that lead up to this moment. Madhan was a successful businessman. He’s blank for a while, staring, and I continue to chew another layer of skin off my lower lip. Finally, he says, ‘Girl, you are damned lucky I don’t throw you out that door. If you were your sisters, or your brother—do you know how many times I threw them out of the house?’ I shrug, typical adolescent defiance. I burn with a hatred for him that my mind can’t even fathom. I long to be thrown out—I want freedom, and escape, I want more, always more than I have, and can’t have it, and I feel.