Oh, and they paid for my schooling. So much for my being the loser C-student that Stephanie and Darla had once branded me.Sammy on the other hand, mis...er handsome, mister rich parents, and mister he for whom my girlfriend had decided to trade me in for, came to state too, on a football scholarship; and, he quickly blew out a knee and went to work for his dad selling rugs. Well, his dad did own the store; actually, he owned three of them.But I'm getting too far afield. Getting back to me and. " People, he mused, came in two categories: those insensitives who drank instant coffee, and the superior breed who had the good judgment always to make "a new pot" of fresh-brew. He remembered watching, in near-amazement, the popular television commercials a few years back featuring the forty-something lovers who had met over a jar of instant.Sam thought they deserved each other.He looked around the bright, comfortable room, full of light from the open doors and an impressively large skylight.. Hum bedroom main pahooche toh main dekhta hi reh gaya dhoodh kintarah gori gadraaye badan wali usski choti behen bra panty main leti thi aur sexy picture wali book dekh rahi thi monika ki maa ne apni behen ko aankh mari aur mujhe bed par dhakel diya . Uski behen to jaise sadiyon ki pyaasi thi , uss ne mere lund ko haat main le liye aur apna thook uss par lagaya aur muth maarne lagi main bhi garam tha maine usski choochiyan bahar nikaal li aur apne daaton se unko bina kisi mercy ke kaatne laga. Should I have known that, at that moment, I would never walk as a freeman, ever again? That I would be turned irreversibly and nearlyimmediately from a typical straight guy into a buttslut for other men?Would I have turned around? Made a break for it? Resisted so hard thatthey would have used violence against me? Maybe I could have gotten themto kill me; that way I never would have had to suffer the manyindecencies I've endured.I was about to lose all my power. My independence. My masculinity..