After 10 minutes I was back to my address book. Just one more fuck.I started to type a message.Its ur slut here. I have a new story for you. Is this s...ill ur numba?Then I put the number into my phone to SMS. I stopped - the adrenalinepumping.I put the phone down, not able to send.I hadn't been to see her because of family, but they were away onholiday. I had a week to get my head back in order.I looked at the computer screen - ohhh yeah those big black cocks justlooked so good - I wanted some,. To face one final door, labelled 'Bar'. I paused for a moment, taking stock, steadying myself. It was going to happen, a tryst, a sexual coupling, a fuck. Me and him, John Walters. My bank manager! 4 - The bar.I gingerly opened the door. I saw Sarah first; she looked in my direction and smiled. Then I saw him. My bank manager, for goodness sake. And me looking absolutely nothing like I had when I had last seen him, in his office, me trying to let me have some cash 'on account' while I carried. Meri behen ne kaha ki woh hall mein so jayegi aur uska boyfriend parents ke room mein.Main bhi apne room mein chala gaya. Raat mein mujhe gate khulne ki awaaz aayi. Maine uth ke dekha to didi hall mein nahi thi aur boyfriend ne room lock kiya tha. Main samajh gaya ki pakka didi ki chudai hone wali hai. Tab tak mein achanak se gate khula aur main almira ke piche chup gaya.Itne mein meri behen kitchen se paani lene bahar aayi. Didi puri nangi thi aur ghar mein ghum rahi thi. Unhe lag raha tha ki. I held the coat for a few minutes while she said some more goodbyes and then she turned her back on me and extended an arm. I carefully helped her into the fur and she turned to face me.She took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips. Naturally I reached and lit it for her before she spoke, ‘now then, will I be seeing you again?’‘I-I hope so,’ I managed to stammer.She smiled, ‘well, you’re going to stay behind and help the other niggers clear this place up. I shall get a report on your.