I was generally irritated, to be traveling in this crowd, but resigned myself to the long drive. After a while , I felt something brush against my bot...tom & I casually glanced behind to notice a young boy of about 20 plus standing behind me ,!He too appeared stuck in the crowd . I again felt something brush against my bottom & I realized it was this boy’s hand.However, after a few minutes, he brushed his hand a couple of more times & then very casually lets his hand lightly rest on my sari on my. ” I started getting ready. I wore a black leather skirt, and a silky jet black tee shirt. I wore a thong and sports bra underneath with my over the knee high leather boots. As I walked up to the door my stomach was in knots as I knew this could hurt my career in the Marines. Angie opened the door and put her hand out to meet mine, she grasped my hand firmly but with great care. She was wearing very tight revealing shorts that almost looked like latex painted on and a loose men’s button up shirt. .). I was caught up in a lust filled frenzy and willing to abandon my self to their wills. A hand caressed my head and held me firm as lips worked up my neck and found my counter parts. A tongue slipped into my lips and toyed with my tongue as another hand positioned my penis and lips wrapped around my penile head and gently begin to manipulate it sucking it in and expelling it out. Slowly my will to refuse evaporated and my knees lost their cohesion and buckled, I was nothing more than a mass. I tried to be brave. I tried to say something witty. But I couldn’t. My mouth was dry. “Its ok,” Sarah smiled, her hand squeezing my knee and making me flinch, “you’re cute with your tongue tied”.Slowly I managed to get back into the conversation and regain the comfortable chattiness I now had with my flatmates after weeks of practice and familiarity. And Sarah was careful to keep including me, which was nice and encouraging. Maybe I hadn’t messed up massively after all?Now our Wednesday.