So, I smiled at him, (to make sure to let him know he had done good) and said, “Yes, I like drafts. I am not as big of a fan or bottles or cans. The...e is just something about the carbonation in a draft that I like over the rest.”He barely let me finish before he excitedly started in, “I love beer! I love a woman that can drink beer too! I do not care if it is draft or bottle or can, just as long as it is beer………” He started going on and on about the amount of beer he used to drink, and parties,. All of a sudden my husband came and told me that his boss wants to have fun with me I was astonished and I rejected, but my husband convinced very much and told that we would explore little bit further finally I had agree and my husband arranged for that. When I went inside the room both my husband and his boss welcomed me I smiled the boss and he came close to me and moaned into my mouth sucking me while he was playing with my back then he unzipped my nights now I am semi nude wit h only bra. “Oh g-god is that?!” he heard Heather gasp by the bathroom door as she saw his cum dripping onto the floor. His lungs burned for air as he held his breath. This was it, he thought. His life was over. Their whispering had moved closer to his room and to his horror he saw his door knob jiggle. When they saw that it was locked the girls must have retreated to their own room for the hallway had fallen silent. He didn’t move for another fifteen minutes, knowing he had missed the bus to school.. Markthought to himself, "I'm happy with this guy-but I wonder about the wife.We will see."Start chapter IIStory now shifts into first person. It's a self report on the man headedfor "the other side"My counselor asked me to write this out, so I will. It's my life story,and I need it as a requirement for a new mental health program. So hereit goes...I was born an average male, named, Andrew Zoey and I'm 27 years old. Iplayed baseball and ran track in school. I was a straight C student. Ihad.