After a couple of hours she takes a break from her all consuming work to stare off a million miles away lost within her thoughts. It are those thought... that captivate me most. I watch and wonder if that smile that plays at the corners of her mouth are from memories of last night or from days long past or perhaps of her future. She takes a deep breath sort of a wake up from the thoughts or sweet memories and returns to the vast amount of work waiting for her input and analysis. I think she is a. Amit Chaubey is my name. I don’t care and I am not afraid of anybody.”“Will you please shut your dirty mouth?”“I have a dirty mouth, ha? Then what do you have? A dirty vagina which is always ready to be used and sold for the money.”Silently I started crying. Pravin sir tried to console me. I lost my words after hearing this type of disrespectful words about me from the person whom I loved most. He continuously abused me in a very low and disgraceful manner.At last, I got angry and told him. She slowly circled the glans with her tongue, while she stroked me with one hand and cupped my balls with her other hand, gently putting pressure on my sac, and each time as I thought I was getting close to cumming, she released me.We talked for a while, my wife was getting excited by the thoughts of the 2 lesbians. To be honest, the thought of watching her with one woman was a massive turn on, and I admitted if I could see her with two woman I would probably blow my load straight away. My. That resulted in me feeling depressed and really fuckING my life up. I locked everyone out, my parents, my closest friends even Amy. I didn't go to college for a couple of weeks thinking it would just go away like a phase. It didn't. It got worse everytime. I then hear Amy's voice. Oh how it was beautiful it brought a smile to my face. I opened the door for her and let her in. We started talking. I poured everything out I starting crying like I was a child crying for his mother. I've never.