Whenever I did see him at Peters office he would always ask me why I have not called him.Of course I always told him that I was happily married and I ...ever would call. The thing is he never gave up asking or trying to feel me up when he thought he could get away with it. I slapped his face five times since I met him. Now you may ask why I never told Peter, but the truth is, he never really hurt me or touched me anywhere but my ass.Peter went to bed early (as usual) and I sat down in the Den. They were still trying to get their shots as I walked off.My bare feet were starting to hurt on the hard concrete path but I still had a few miles to go. Even though my destination was in an inner city suburb, I estimated it would take me at least another 40 minutes. I alternated walking on the balls of my feet and heel and toeing so I wasn't hurting the same part of my sole all the time.I considered running, but I'm not much of a runner and with tits like mine, running, which is a sight for. ” Main apne hath tumhare shareer par ferte hue tumhari gand par lata hu aur me tumhare piche apne ghutno par baith jata hu. Tumhari nighty ko upar utha kar me tumhari panty me chhupi hui gaand dekhta hu aur halke se tumhare chutad par thappad marta hu. Fir me tumhari panty side se pakad kar, apne hontho se tumhare chutad par kiss karta hu. Ek aur kiss fir ek dusre chutad par kiss. Fir me dheere se tumhare chutad par chakh maarta hu aur tum thoda kanpti ho.Me fir se tumhare chutad par thappad. “Let’s go, quickly.” And we were off to her apartment. It was a nice place. We sat in the living room while she spoke. “This has to stop I can’t believe I brought you to my house, alone. This is so inappropriate and illegal. You know what you have to go, I don’t know why I brought you here, anything we can say here we can say in my office on campus.”“May I say something?”“What?”“We came here not because you wanted to talk about my writings or my advances, but because you wanted to act on them.”.