I thought it was a little weird at first but the drinking games began. After I lost a few times I didn’t even notice anymore. It actually set a nice...ambience. I did notice that Jen was getting more hands on as the night went on. She started off with her arm around my shoulder, then her hand casually place on my thigh, then we started to play footsy, and then finally our hands interlocked. That’s when I finally noticed that her hair been pulled back into a ponytail. I have never seen her do this. For your help, she is yours, a gift, my way of saying thanks. If you take a position with me or not, we can at least agree to that?"Randy smiled, "Yes ma'am, on that we can agree." Good, now the second order of business. What do we do with Steve? We think at least one of the BC organization survived the night. If they know Steve he will rocket to the FBI's Ten Most Wanted. If we allow him to be taken he will tell the tale of what went on here. He could implicate all of us. He must be..." A. You can label me as N since N also stands for the narrator (just kidding). Before I begin my story, I would like to apologize you readers if you spot any grammatical/spelling mistakes in the story and lastly you can give me your feedback regarding the story on the comments section below or on my email address: Enjoy reading Indian sex stories dot net.About me, I am an 18-year-old guy, studying in a reputed college in Bangalore. Basically, I am 5ft and 6.5 inches tall and 53 kg, little bit on. One of the goons would walk up to the vehicle. He would exchange words with the driver or passenger. They would finish the encounter with a handshake before the car drove off. The handshake wasn’t a standard hand gesture. It was an exchange of money for drugs.The two thugs were selling drugs to the public. For an hour I watched them and studied every move they made. They would take turns approaching the cars. Every time one of them would stay at the front door, guarding the entrance. The short.