He had stakes in drugs as well. He was known by his code name – Walt, after his idol in the TV show “Breaking Bad”. Karan never knew his father....His mother, Meenu was a prostitute at her young age. She wasn’t sure who the father of her child was. When Karan was 5, Meenu had a client named Vakil., who developed a soft corner for Meenu and saw something in Karan. Vakil, who was a part of the Mumbai underworld, had moved to Delhi. He took Karan under his wings. Meenu and Karan were left wanting. I took Bobby’s hand and said, “Come with me, sweetie.” I led him into one of the empty horse stalls. I pulled him to me and kissed him as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He responded as we pressed our bodies together.I stopped kissing him long enough to say, “I changed my mind, Bobby. I want to do it. I want to do it with you right now.” I’m not sure what had come over me, but I was desperate to get his cock in me. I was done with the teasing and guilt of going too far. I wanted a man to. I come from the poor side of the tracks with nothing ever given to me and having to work to get anything I ever wanted in life. This is my story of love and how things do work themselves out for the best. It all began a few years ago. I moved to California from Oregon only to meet the girl of my dreams. Her name, Melanie, she was not supermodel gorgeous, but she had a natural beauty that drew me to her like a magnet. She stood about 5’7, weighed around 120 pounds, not fat and not skinny just a. We finished dinner and walked home. Spending some time talking in the library was the evening entertainment. That ended about eleven o'clock. Everyone went to their rooms. I was in the room that Gwen had used as a child, sharing it with Julia. But there were plenty more bedrooms, and Gwen and Wendall were comfortably bedded down in a large guest room. I fell asleep quickly, even though I was excited to go sailing the next day. This night I heard no suspicious sounds. I cooked us a breakfast in.