.and very detailed about how she had been fucked over in the past...so she only made the profile to get on the site..once there she was bombarded with...idiots..messages every minute on how they wanted to fuck her...do nasty things...but not once did anyone ever just say hi..how are you. So she changed her profile to what it is now. Ending with..I hope you are not mad at me. I thought we made a great connection. I was not mad...hell..I was never mad. We decided to spend the next few days together. I placed the chit under her tablet and went down without saying anything.Sheetal came back after some time saw the chit in her bed that read as,——Sheetal,I think my job here is done. I hope you were Okay for this period of time. It ain’t an easy process to think some other one as a alternative to one’s mother, But you did.Your mother will be here soon. I will tell her about your interest in dancing.Regards,Therapist—-I went to Airport and Sheetal’s mother was waiting for me. I apologized for. .Anyway, I kind of let my mouth and hands wander their way downto his raging hard-on. I love looking at a guy's hard cock.It makes me wet to just look at one. I love the way they areso rigid. Then they leak pre-cum. Some more than others, butall are guilty.This one was no exception. I started licking him. All over thehead. He started moaning. That turns me on, to hear a guymoaning about what I'm doing to him...I felt his hands in my hairpulling me further down. I did my best to swallow as much. The woman, who I later found to be Mrs. Kabak, the wife of the owner, was an attractive brunette in her early thirties. The usual questions of work history, why do you want the job, what can you bring to the job and some personal information were flown through. When she shook my hand and congratulated me on getting the job with a very alluring smile, I was speechless.She showed me to the door and leaned in close, " You will start on Monday at 8.00 with my husband, he will show you the ropes.".