9inch long and 3.5-inch fat, to be precise.Go to hell.Misstress Swati.”After reading this mail, I was shocked and got weak on my knees. I just sat t...ere on the floor, I was just processing what had just happened. I was devastated and went to my flat and could not sleep. I tried to call her, but she had blocked me.The next week I was on the bench, so I had no work. I went to the office and saw Swati with my manager. They were pretty much together all the time. And I was jealous and angry but. After a while she stops, and applies more baby oil to her right palm. She strokes my cock, slowly and lightly. Soon, I'm close to an orgasm. Mercifully, she didn't stop this time. I shoot my cum at least two feet into the air on my chest and face. I gasp for breath and glance at the clock. She'd teased me for over four hours.Shelly wipes her hands on the towel, gets up from the bed, and walks over to the end table. She picks up the cigarettes and lighter and sits on the side of the bed. She. And my penis got up again. Holy shit! I couldn’t talk to her with that bulk in my pants. So I decided to look at somewhere else and calm down a little. At last my penis returned to normal and I headed straight to talk to her. " Hello," said I, trying to appear normal."Well, well, well. It’s you again," she replied with a smile. "You’re not running today?" "I’m so sorry. The other day I acted stupidly." "Yes you did. Well, what’s this all about?" "I wanted to apologize." "For running away?" "No!. Why? Because I thought it’d be fun to live on my own for a while, that and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here in the United States, even with the scholarships. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something out of the medieval age. The seal was in the shape of a red sun. No address was written on its face but my name was engraved in cursive gold letters. Naturally I opened it. The whole of it was also written in gold, though it wasn’t very.