“I don’t think I can go to class today, I hurt a lot, you know, my pussy is so sore I can hardly walk.”When I laughed at her she gave me a “go...to hell” look. “Well, Gwen, you did have a lot of fun last night, you gotta expect a little soreness, after all, you took a lot of cock. There wasn’t hardly any time at all you didn’t have one of the guys dicks inside you.”She grinned at me and said, “Well, it did feel good…….last night.” I was laughing as I went out the door. “See you later, hope it. I told everything about my financial conditions, my struggle in Bangalore, hoping to get a job out of sympathy. After 20 minutes of the interview. He finished the interview and told that they will call me if I am selected. I came back to my room and I was in a hope that I m going to get this job. Three days after the interview I got a call from md himself. I was surprised and shocked at the same time. I thought I am going to hear the good news after 20 days of struggle, but he said. So funny..."I had to confess, he had a demeanor around him that was very difficult to remain stand-offish. He did have a way of lightening the mood."Tommy," he said, finally."Tommy?" I asked. "How old are you, twelve?" Bitch mode, again.He didn't rise to the bait. "It's completely mercenary," he said, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'm not a very big guy, as you may have noticed, and I've found that it's easier for people to engage if I use the name 'Tommy' instead of 'Tom' or 'Thomas.'" Why?" I. I tried to tell her I don't wear bras but she wouldn't listen.She just stuck me at that table and I fumbled around holding up bras thatmight coordinate, and then trying to find the bra label to confirm sizeand stuff. I honestly didn't even know what I was looking for.I did get a few strange looks, and one of the sales ladies asked me if Iwas finding everything I needed. The women around the table snickered alittle. "We've got some absolutely scrumptious panties to coordinate withyour new bras.