“Thanks for talking, Jess. I didn’t mean to say anything weird, I’m just kind of confused and—“ She peeled off the tight white polo shirt sh...’d been wearing. A plain white bra cut enticingly across the rich, warm color of her skin. “What are you doing?” I stammered. “Changing out of my work clothes,” she explained. Feeling pretty confident that her behavior implied an invitation to stare, I reclined back on the bed and enjoyed the show as she lowered her slacks to the floor, giving me an eyeful. My heart was broken realizing that she will never be my girlfriend. Because of this and too much thinking about her, I started performing poorly in exams. I failed and wasted a year and wrote exams with my juniors (her batch).On the last day of the university exam, the guy who was said to be her boyfriend was waiting to pick up Amaya outside the exam center wearing a helmet. I was curious and I secretly followed them!They went to a nearby shopping mall. I was so shocked when I saw her boyfriend. . where it belonged. Patti’s triumph was supreme on seeing his cock bob and pulse at being held to a duty he’d long neglected, and would now be taught to favour by feminine command, she aching for the reveal which would have him know his first enforced lesson was in pleasuring the wife he’d beaten.Lloyd’s growing appreciation of submission was taken to a new high by the enforced introduction of womanly scents, which his chauvinistic stance on fucking women had seen him avoid like the plague.. .” she says, out the blue it seems to him, from an eternity ago. “Well, I guess you'll have to do what it takes to find out.”He lets out a small gasp, in spite of himself. “Get on your knees.”He does, without letting the men go. He pulls them towards him. He opens his mouth. “Close your mouth. I want you to smell.”He brings the two cocks together, their heads are touching (he wonders how it must feel to have your cock pressing against someone else's), and he runs his face along their length,.