“Let’s open the gifts” Rahul said. “No.” I said. “I’ll open them after the party”.”Ok. Then what will we do?” “Let’s play spin...the bottle!” Neha suggested. Everyone became excited. I brought dad’s old beer bottle. We all sat in a circle. I spun the bottle. It pointed towards Rahul”Dare” he said.”Kiss the birthday girl!” the girls shouted in chorus. I had a crush on him so they said so. He came forward to kiss me. I was nervous. It would be my first kiss. I had to pee but I couldn’t get up and. Is it possible? The house is so close. I shouted again. What I am going to do now? Could I have broken my ankle? Such things do happen, but why to me? I unbuckled the strap and gently touched the swelling. It was bigger than before. I took off the shoe and cautiously moved my ankle. More pain. Should I attempt to walk? Of course not, but I can't stay here as well. I stood up, carefully balancing on my right foot. It was very painful, but I somehow managed to put weight on the injured ankle.. I asked him if they needed me to suitup. It took him a few minutes to stop laughing. Sure, I'd said it as ajoke, but after awhile his laughter started to hurt. Whatever credibilityI'd once had as a boy seemed to be gone forever.He apologized as his laughter ebbed. We made arrangements to meettomorrow evening at eight o'clock. Upon saying goodnight, I almost fellasleep with the receiver in my hand. It was just after nine, but it wastime for bed. I went back downstairs to say goodnight to Mom and. He was looking for a hot piece of ass to fuck at his every whim. So many women applied for the job.There was one bimbo that made Mr. Roma’s eyes twinkle. Her name was Lisa Jasmine. She was the perfect bimbo for the position. She had a set of knockers that made Mr. Roma’s cock hard in his pants. She had a nice round ass and curvy hips. He imagined her long legs sprawled open, so he could eat her bare snatch. She looked like a girl who was nicely shaven all over her nice body.Mr. Roma offered her.