But I don’t want you to do this if you’re not one hundred percent comfortable about it. You don’t owe me the slightest.” “Just tell me when... and what I should wear, and never mind who owes who.” He thanked me before hanging up, telling me that he would pick me up on his way to the restaurant on Friday. I went back to my note book, but never caught another word of the lecture. That day I went straight home and opened the large bag by my door. I spent two hours in the bathroom, shaving off. He sighed heavily, and lit a cigarette, and my nostrils instinctively flared as the acrid smoke and the smell of alcohol filled our room, the mixture impinging on my olfactory orifice, and making me more awake.I had never seen a man undress before, and in the darkness my mind was trying to depict the act long before the little red glow slowly drifted down the short white tube of tobacco, I knew once he snuffed it out, I would get to see him take his clothes off.I realise to anyone reading this. When they came my mom was wearing a saree she opened the door and all 5 of them came inside and the last guy came in closed the door and locked it from inside.Then uncle brought something in a cover and gave it to my mom and said something in my mom’s ear and my mom looked at me but the uncle said that the other guys will take care of him and after saying that my mom went inside and uncle sat beside me in sofa and the other men were standing, and uncle was asking me which school was I and did I. I am sitting at my desk staring at my computer. I hear my door open. I don't bother to look back to see who it is. I know it's him. He closes the door and turns the lock."Chris, we don't have time for this, your wife is coming for lunch in 20 minutes." Baby, there is always time to fuck you," he says in a low voice.I feel him behind me. He reaches around me and slides his hands down my blouse and finds my nipples. He pinches them hard, and I gasp in pleasure as he bites and kisses the back of.