I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't...like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I think it was because I wasn't the most masculine 18 year old k**. In fact, looking back on it, I was a downright sissy. I loathed athletic sports, and was frail and a weakling. Once he told me that his 7 year old son could kick my ass! And me, an. It felt cold and sticky but I didn’t mind as I figured any minute a couple of his dogs would run in and start licking and cleaning me with those wonderful, rough tongues. I then felt a wet finger against my hole as Mr. Clark pushed in some kind of lubricant deep into my butt. He told me to stay on my hands & knees, but to put my face into the ground and to make sure I stayed as still as possible. He told me that if I tried to get up, I might get scratched up or bitten. Mr Clark left. We were always flirting and bantering when we had our breaks, looking back it must have been fate the we had the same break and lunch schedule. After a while we would always sit in the caf and have lunch together, just sitting across the table from her I would get hard as a rock while talking to her and looking into her beautiful blue eyes. It was a Friday on the way out and she asked what I was going to the Halloween party as, I just looked into her eyes and told her I would be her favorite. ! She is buying the printer for a good cause and doesn’t you think you should let her take it for free.’While she was handing over the money, I stopped her ¨oh wait.! You said you are running a charity organization. Can you tell me more about it?¨ and then I stopped her again ¨but first, may I offer you some chai or coffee?¨. Probably she was wanting one, so she agreed to take a cup of tea.I made some tea for us and we both sat on the sofa.She explained that her name was Preethi and she was.