It felt like she was ribbing me for calling her out on her bra size, even though I wasn’t trying to.“Give or take,” I said, attempting to exude ... confidence I definitely didn’t have. I looked down and realized I was hard as a rock. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. She didn’t seem to mind.“Well, which is it? Give or take?” she asked and something about the way she said it told me we weren’t talking inches anymore. She kneeled down. Holy shit, was she going to blow me? This could not be. After he finished eating, I ate by myself and did all the cleaning. Then he made me sit next to him in the sofa, undid my blouse and bra and the usual kissing, fondling and sucking went on for some time. Same thing all over again in the afternoon and the dinner time when I complained that it was hot in the kitchen, he asked me to take off the saree and I had to stand in my bra and panties and do the cooking. Most of the time, when he was not criticizing my cooking, he was standing behind me. I took several deep breaths and tried to relax, occasionally shuddering as she skimmed her fingers up and down my hardening shaft. After some time she moved her hand upwards, sliding it under my sweater and shirt. She caressed my stomach for a while and teased along the waistline of my pants. Then, she undid my trousers, moving slowly and smoothly so as not to attract attention, and her hand slid into my boxers. She teased her way around, managing to almost but not quite touch my cock with. But as I got to bottom of the page, I saw thewords I dreaded the most - CHEER PRACTICE!!! :) - the big smiley face wasthe icing in the cake and I could feel a warm feeling of pride wash overme. As hard as it was to make the football team, I knew how competitivethe cheer team could be, so I suppose I should be happy that "Ally" is onthe team... except for the whole 'I'M NOT A GIRL' thing anyway.I tossed my planner back into my bag and grabbed my phone and keys frommy nightstand, realizing that.