“Quiet John. Lay back and relax. You’re always so stressed, so snappy, so in control. You need to learn to let go. You need a woman who can take c...re of you completely.” With that Marella wrapped his other wrist with a cord. John’s arms are spread out to each side of his body and tied tightly to the headboard. John’s cock is rock hard and pulsing now, both in real life and in the story. Marella’s mouth moves down again to take his cock into her soft young lips. John imagines how she gently. But wait, ahead was what looked like a table etched out of stone. As she grew closer, she could see the finite details on it. She found what looked like a wine bottle and a crystal glass. The slip of paper told her to pour herself a glass and drink it, in calligraphic script.What they thought she was crazy, what with all the warnings posted everywhere to only drink what could be trusted, not what was offered by strangers. But then again, the sorority sisters wouldn't ever hurt her or any. I would play these games of self control techniques of keep tabs of where her and my mom’s eyes where as to not get caught stealing mental photographs.It was the first day at their house as we arrived in the late afternoon. We had left early and my dad had made great time on the interstate. At the halfway point of the three hour drive I knew I had to piss like a race horse. We unpacked the car and went into the house which seemed empty. I went and threw my bags in the guest room I was staying. I was appearing that he was from a good family and probably a fresh pass out from some course and new into his job or something after I sat, we chatted for a while, and I found that he was 23 years old fresh engineer, doing a job in Delhi. I was having a rented two bed room flat in Delhi. I also told him about my reason of going to Delhi, he was pleased to know that I was a budding doctorGuy: Delhi mein kahan rahogi?Me: ghar par parents busy hain toh akele jaana pad raha hai ek friend ki aunty.