At the same time, there was a lot of other stuff that I just didn’t get. I wasn’t much into fashion. I did like Judy Garland— mostly because o... the movies I’d grown up with— but I didn’t care about Britney, Lady Gaga, or most other so-called gay icons. I didn’t see the appeal of camp, and I most definitely didn’t get drag. But I figured we could all march to the beat of our own drummers, so if somebody else was into that shit, then so be it.My pickup techniques also got better with. I shouted a lot that Vicky had fucked me and went away. Where are you at that time? He simply ignored. After sometime, he said, “My master gave you to me for five days and maybe more. Now I am your master. In these five days I can do anything with you. You have to just obey. My saying this he stopped the car immediately. Came back and fucked me.Later for about ten days I was fucked by so many guys and also some times it was a group fucking sessions. He earned so much money and also he fucked me. "Why do I get the feeling you already know the answer to that, brat? That was so incredible, what you did to me. Oh my God. I'm still feeling it down there. Please, please, pretty please, come back tomorrow."She was looking up at him, and basically begging him to come back tomorrow and fuck her again!Bill said, "But what about Tim? It's not like we're alone."Stacy replied, "I know. I know. But promise you'll come back. I will figure something out. Just promise you'll come out tomorrow,. She found herself comparing in her mind the two organs, Arun’s thin reedy one and her dad’s thick, long club like cock. She felt her cunt dampen deep inside, felt the need to touch it. She waited impatiently for the cab to reach home. When she reached home she found the house deserted. She was sick and tired. Thinking back to the fiasco that evening made her cry. Anjali had enjoyed it all with her boyfriend. Why had she felt miserable? Was there anything wrong with her? The parting shot by Arun.