So my main gripe, why, why, why, do you bother to write your comments in mails to me and not after the story in question?Are you enjoying my dirtiness...and are too embarrassed to admit you got a boner and want to use it on me, so you write it where only I can see it?I really don't know, you tell me, because I get ten plus comments, and thirty plus comments in my 'Messages', which if I am honest, I really read, because my story and your comments of appreciation are where I look, that's where I. All my friends from college days used to tell me you are very beautiful, very sexy, sex bomb and so on.I used to get hot when they tell like this. I have lost my virginity at 20 years and then had sex with a few of my colleague, two boyfriends, and two foreigners.My parents are staying 500 km away from Bangalore. I stay alone in a rented house near to my office, which is a plus point for me to enjoy my life. Usually, I go out with my boyfriend every Friday evenings and have fun. But recently my. It was clean and beautiful. He asked me to make my self comfortable.He went inside and got a towel and clothing and pointed me to the washroom. I locked the washroom door and was introspecting my decision as I took a shower.I could have stayed back in the office building for the night and could have looked for transportation to home in the morning. Would I end up sleeping on the same bed along with Scott? The thought of this, somehow, felt butterflies in my stomach, than being scared.I unfolded. The thought of the risk I took, the possibility of being caught by anyone at any time will he fucked me, was enough to drive me insane. By the end of work I was as wet as the night before and was hoping Brent would text me when he woke up. About an hour after I got home my phone buzzed. I rushed to grab it, YES it was Brent! “How’s my slut doing?” was his message. “Good I guess” I replied. I was wet and hornier than hell but wasn’t going to tell him that. “How was work? Did you think about last.