“So, are you a local celebrity?”Deacon swiveled on his bar stool, and looked down, and down further. Standing near his right knee was a tiny slip ...f a girl with a midnight black, pageboy haircut and a low-cut sleeveless blouse. Deacon had to pause and recalculate. The tiny lines at the corners of her eyes, the laugh lines, this was no girl. If he had to guess, she was mid to late thirties, but the fire in her eyes and the sardonic grin on her face made her look a lot younger.The grin told him. Somehow I found myself walking inside the room. Once inside the room, he closed the door, said he had been watching me for sometime and knew what I wanted. He called me a faggot and said I was now his bitch. He started pulling my clothes off, I was afraid he was going to rip them off me. He then forced that huge cock down my throat and was fucking my face. I kept gagging, that dick by now was very hard and seemed to be twice as big. He said it was 10 1/2 " but I swear it must have been 12 " or. As Gabriel talked about the Fat Witch brownies he'd ordered from Chelsea Market, I once again studied the brunette. She was wearing an elegant suit of dark pinstripe fabric, a white dress shirt, and a patterned red tie. The skirt was cut to mid-thigh, and showed off her tanned, elegant legs. The form-fitting jacket hugged her trim stomach and accentuated her breasts, and I found myself mesmerized by her figure.Truth be told, I was hoping for a repeat of the previous week's teasing, but she. We became very close and started sharing everything. I proposed her on class 12th and she accepted. The relation was more of affection and care. It was something like true love. We concentrated on our studies and never thought of getting physical until one day when we were out for a group study!It was a chilled winter day of January, we completed our studies and was chatting sharing a same blanket. Slowly all our friends slept. We got comfortable with each other, came more close and slowly.