Look at that sissy. You’re not a man anymore. You’re a woman. You’re a white sissy whore for nigger cock. I guess Mel heard that and joined in w...th her, taunting me and repeating what she said at about that time Mel came. I think it was a little much for her. But she right away grabbed Mr. Stanley and started fucking me violently. That lasted for a few minutes, both of them calling me a whore. A white whore. A sissy. A faggot. A toy, a plaything for BBC. And I don't know exactly what it was.. She apologized for being late and joined us. Suresh said he ll buy some snacks for the drinks and he left. Me: Why are you late?Pooja: Don’t tell Suresh okay?Me: You can trust me. What happen? Are you alright?Pooja: Actually my boy friend came home suddenly and we had quick sex.Me: Cool girl. So what is wrong if Suresh comes to know?Pooja: Suresh is like my younger brother and he should not know these stuffs about me. I am his local guardian.Me: Fine. I understood.I got a call from Suresh at. Charlie walked over to him, and helped him up.“Charlie, what’s happening?” He asked his friend.“Well I can only assume your brother wished you here,” Charlie replied.“Oh look, we have two brainboxes,” Sarosa said.“What do you mean?” Daniel asked.“Dan, Sarosa’s a genie,” Charlie said.“A genie!?”“Yes Dan, I’m a genie,” Sarosa said, rather annoyed. “And can I just say that you are a fucking moron.”“Hey!”“Your overweight big brother came home one day with an inhumanly gorgeous girl whom he claimed. With selective pruning, he could see the wide expanse of lake out front but from a boat out on the lake people had trouble making out the shape of the cottage amongst the trees. The shape of the terrain on this point of land jutting out into the lake gave his property a long, winding stretch of shoreline. Off to one side at the shore was a garage that acted as a dry boathouse. Next to it was the spot where he would put the dock out when the water temperature was a bit nicer. He liked to fish.