.maine time dekha toh ek ghanta baaki tha..nirmala tabhi apna bag lekar lab se chali gayi..uski koi dusri class thi..jab vo uthne lagi to mene dhire s... uski gand par thapki maari..vo muskara kar chali gai. main apna typing ka kaam karne laga aur ek ghante ke andar maine vo kaam kar diya.ab mujhse intazaar nahin ho raha tha..maine chutti hone tak intazaar kiya aur jab saare bache class se nikal gaye..tab main class me gaya aur nirmala ka wait karne laga..thodi der baad vo aayi aur usne darvaaza. He was using her to fulfil some crazy fantasy, but she wasn’t sure what was in this for her.“So you’re giving me permission to keep you in there until morning?” she checked.“Yes,” he breathed, his cock throbbing, “Even if I beg you to let me out.”“Should be easy, you always told me I was stubborn,” she replied.Jack was now swallowing on a dry throat as he looked out on his ex-employee with a totally different perspective. She was standing right by the cage and her legs seemed even longer than. He wore a typical limo-driver’s cap.“Hello, Ma’am,” he said with a formal tip of that cap. “I’m Kevin, your driver for the evening.” Jess told me that she’d tried hard to get Phil again, but he already had a prior engagement and wasn’t available at the last minute. Oh well.“Hi, Kevin; we were just getting ready.”And indeed we were. Kevin got an eyeful as most of the woman were half-naked in the midst of changing their tops into the t-shirts. None of the women were bothered in the slightest by. There is no stopping me. So, by the end of 6 months, I was lean, in great shape, and I guess, kind of good looking. I still had no confidence with women ... but that was about to change.It was about that time that I went on a trip with some of my college buddies to Cancun. And while we were there, I loosened up a few of my rules ... for one, I allowed myself to drink. I had never been a heavy drinker, and while I was losing weight, I didn't allow myself ANY alcohol. So, at this point, I could.