‘Never heard of it.’ Jane said.‘Just a few drops and you’ll be…’ Angel crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out of her mouth. ‘You�...�ll forget all about, Cheaty mcFart-face.’‘My husband didn’t cheat on me.’ Jane said.‘You want some?’‘A moment ago you’re warning me about alcohol addiction and now you’re trying to get me to use drugs?’ Jane said.Angel shrugged and gave her a cheeky smile. ‘You want to try it or not?’ She asked.‘What is it anyway? Is it dangerous? Is it addictive?’ Jane. Then, she said to me, "OK, Cassie. Straddle him. Just kind of sit on his crotch. We're going for the standard female superior here. Now, class, if Frankie's penis happens to poke out somewhere, don't draw it. As I said, the drawing are supposed to look like they're doing it." Well, we'll just eliminate any possibility of any stray penis shots, then," I grinned. I crawled on top of him, grabbed his dick, aimed, and lowered myself on it."OH MY GOD!" Missy yelled. "Cassie... you... you didn't!". Guptaji now took off his clothes and was sitting naked on a sofa with glass of scotch in his hands and smoking a cigarette. Gupta made one peg for me. He started caressing my belly. He then took of my saree and I was in black blouse and petticoat. He started put on some music and then I stripped in front of him taking off my petticoat and blouse. I was now in my red bra and panty.Guptaji got himself laid on the bed and over the top of him I was standing naked with only bra and panty. I unhooked. "Tommy must have been wrong, you don't talk much do you?" she asked."Uhm, the head coach usually gets all the credit when runners do well," I said."Credit for what, running off into a shack with some fat old woman with a huge chest in the middle of the meet," she said."That guy'll try to mount anything that moves," she snapped."A couple of weeks ago he was trying to get his hooks into me," she said."I told him he wasn't my type," she continued "But he kept pushing." Just would not take, "no,".