Suddenly my dick seemed less of a powerful arm and more of a scary, unwanted appendage. “Holy crap,” I muttered. I glanced down at her. Sh... was watching my dick. The reflection behind my sister got bigger.“What’s with the reflection?” I asked my sister in a flirty way. “That’s why I didn’t touch it.” She answered, sniffling. “Your dick is touching me.” “Okay, that wasn’t a very nice comment.” I frowned in. She put her arm around me and said, "I'm going to coach you. Don't worry. It isn't as hard as you might think. You have to accept that what you do isn't up to you any longer. You don't have a choice. Your body no longer belongs to you. That's half the battle. You said that in the past you have enjoyed sucking your lover's cocks. The thing is, Miki, it isn't about you. It's about them. What you like is unimportant. You are about to be taken outside of your comfort zone. So listen to me. So I spoke to one of my friend from surat who was in Pune and working as an operations Manager in a leading international call centre after an initial interview, on the recommendation of my friend, Snehal got the Job but she has to complete her paid training of 1 month. There was a 30 days training schedule given by company. The training batch consists of 8 women’s and 20 men’s. After one week of training on Sunday for some extra training session the trainer Sushant called three women’s Snehal. Fir hate wo mere liye cake bhi layi thi idhar bhi sab tyaar tha room me baloons bed par flowers poora honeymoon set tyaar tha wo ye sab dekh ke hairaan ho gayi or khush bhi hamne cake cut kiya ek doosre ko thora lgaya or khaya wo boht khush thi bas use ye nahi pta tha aaj kya hoga uske saath aise hi ham . Fir kha pee kar bed par let gye wo meri baaho me thi mai uske cheeks par kiss kiya ja raha tha aise hi krte krte mai apna haath uske kameez me se boobs dabaane lga krte krte ham .Fir smooch.