“Ok get dressed, you going out” my wife commanded. “Really” I said “ I though you and I were going have some fun”. “Oh you’ll have fun...�� she said, smiling. I slipped some jeans and a shirt on. My wife handed me a wrapped box and slip of paper. “Here take this box to the address on this paper, when you get there do as your told” she said. “Ok, can I ask who will be there” I said nervously. “No, now shut up and get going” she said “and remember, do as your told, whatever your told” she continued. Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were rejecting my. “SSGT Parks, the Colonel Wishes to speak with you.” I nodded and Saluted and fell in behind him.I glanced to my right Jacket pocket there was a name tag 'SSGT Parks' Hmm I wonder why I wasn't recognized as fake.. I followed the Major in to a white building with two Privates standing guard out front. They came to attention and saluted the Major.Sitting at a desk across the room was a Sgt. , Admin type. He stood and opened a door to the left of his desk and ushered the Major and I into the. I went near her and when I saw nobody was looking I cupped her butts and kissed on her boobs. Anjali laughed & said,”You are very naughty”. I went to my cabin. Chandni was already sitting there. She said,”Today we are going to shoot some ads for our products. Some models are going to come. You have to take care of them. I said, “OK”. Models came in the afternoon. There were five girls in the age group of 18 to 25. Chandni introduced me to them and told me to take them to the studio. I.