I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone before, and I figured if she did break my heart, at least I’d die happy. So we dated like that for about...three weeks, then school started and we didn’t see quite as much of each other. Still, we started to spend time at each other’s place, and I discovered that she didn’t especially like the party lifestyle, either. Sometimes, we’d go out to dinner, and maybe have a drink, but most times, we’d eat in and watch a movie or a ball game on TV. We’d make out. I owe you everything and I owe him nothing, so take control of me. You had me and you set me free. I’m giving you myself as the gift you deserve.’ I was flabbergasted. Bobbi was asking me, actually demanding me to take control of her life. I was about to make all my dreams come true. ‘You won’t be mad at me? You won’t fight me? You won’t have any regrets?’ ‘NO. Everything is total SHIT right now, how much worse can you make it? JUST FUCKING DO IT!’ ‘Somnus’ I hated to see her so upset, so. He unbuttoned my pants and said "Lift up" as I did he pulled them down and off my feet.As my cock was straining in my undies, he was running his finger up and down my shaft. Pulling my pants down he ran his finger fron my helmet to my ass and back. I sat there gobsmacked. He leaned forward and began to lick me from my helmet down and back up. "What the fuck you doing man" I said, "Quiet" he replied sternly.As I was squirming in my seat this mature optician was giving me a blow job, grabbing. He was waiting in the room. I knocked the door Sachin opened the door with a smile and he was amazed looking at me, I was wearing red saree with thin tie up blouse hairs left, the red lipstick I was really looking like a high-class prostitute. His boss (dark old man with dark lips and white mustaches) stood from his chair looking at me and applaud Sachin for such masterpiece.He also made his salary double and promoted him too. I came inside and his boss Mr. Mohan hugged me, I also hugged him as.