I’m doing my BMS from a reputed college. I’ve been following ISS since song and i m here to post my 100% real life story.. Something about me i am...a male… 20yrs fair, 6 ft. tall well-built d reason is i started doing workout from 10th std. itself. 7′ dick I’ve. (Trust me its true not fake like many say)Anyways lets come to d story.. Wen i was in 9th my sexual desires started rising it was very hard for me to control… I am average looking but didn’t have any GF’s till 11th std. as i was more. My insecurities also brought me some other attention; attention I didn't know at the time was a Bad Thing.He was four years older than me, which now doesn't seem like much. But the difference between fourteen and eighteen is actually pretty massive, both from an experience and a confidence point-of-view. He was attractive and reasonably popular; someone whose name I knew but whom I would never dare talk to. Until one day, at school, he said a very casual "Hello," in the hallway. The few friends. His grip grows insistent as he says, "Don't run away just yet, little lady. I have a business proposition for you." He pulls her gently round to turn and face him. "Now you be a good girl, sit still and listen to what I have to say." "What kind of business proposition?" she says while lifting his hand away. "I'd be no use as one of your cabbies. I hate driving in the dark." I don't need another driver." I'm not a whore." It is all she can think to say."Don't get your knickers in a twist, luv.. "Keep crossing your legs!" he said as he studied the high heels and myshiny hosed legs and listened to the whispering zip of my hosiery."I love the smell of perfume and the sound of girl's clothes and reallylove the sound of swishing nylons," he said as he began rubbing and thenpulling at the front of his pants.I then noticed he was getting a hard on!"I'm quitting!" I said as I stopped crossing my legs and started gettingup and mincing to the front door."Sit back down and cross your legs. We're.