I got out of the room and few more men were sleeping. Probably passed out after a lot alcohol, which I could smell. I realised that I might have been ...ucked by them all.The man I was sleeping with was now standing in front of me. He said, “ shukriya, bahut Maja aya aapke saath.” Ashamed, I asked him to give me some cloths so that I could go home. He said, kal raat ki Jo tere saath behoshi meh Kiya woh abhi hosh meh karne de. Fir kapde Dunga.”Reluctantly I agreed. While he was riding me he told. I'll try harder to be a good husband and stand behind her in this time of trouble.The situation dragged on for at least seven months before things started to get better. It ended up taking hypnosis to find the deep-seated problems of Melody's. It seems that her father James was molesting her for almost two years when she stopped growing and she told him he had to stop. He said he was going to start on her sister next, but she threatened him that she would tell if he didn't stop. This coincided. Her fingertips pressed more firmly around the base of my hardened shaft. Her head bobbed more rapidly. Her tongue darted about like a scared bird trapped in a cage. All too soon, I felt it: a tingling within my testicles, a bubbling within my arteries and veins, my inhibitions beginning to crumble and expose my core. My own voice sounded foreign to me, even stranger, it sounded distant, as if I was hearing myself from the other side of a thick wall. The pounding of my heart was so loud that I. But maybe I’m not like that? I can’t see myself... I’m not into women… like that.” I didn’t respond. “How much would we have to touch? Would Wade be really into that?” “I could give a fuck about what Wade thinks. You think I’m just gonna sit back and watch the two of you?” Girlfriend must have been seriously trippin’ cause then she said: “Well you don’t really have to be there...” “Yes, I do.” Was this heffer for real? Did she think I’d just let her waltz in and steal my man, with my blessing.