“I suppose she will.” She glided up to me in her stocking feet, leather trousers and pullover. Long, dark, wavy hair. Eye to eye. “What else wil... she have to put up with?”“She won’t be putting up with anything, she’ll be onside with it. Anyway I’ve given up with girls, otherwise.”“You were all set to get it on with me, earlier.” I felt the hand on my zip again, and my cock leaped into life. I pictured the long, slender fingers that were fondling me.“Maybe I was just teasing,” I smiled.“Maybe. She said she was pretty sure it was and that she'd stop in at the office and pick up an application for me. As we parted, she hesitated like she was going to ask me something but changed her mind and waved goodbye as she crossed the street.I found myself aching to be with her but if I got the teaching job, we'd be colleagues on two levels and I supposed that would make it even more unlikely she'd agree to go out on a date with me. Her reluctance even caused me to fear that she might already be. " He put his hand up to my lips. His fingers were covered with blood and semen. I couldn't open up. He twisted the stocking in his hand tighter, choking me. I opened my mouth to protest, to breath and he put his slimy filthy hand in my mouth. "Yeah, suck it clean," he encouraged. I started licking his hand. I could taste my blood and my cunt, I could taste his salty stinking jisim, I could taste the dirt on his hand. He tasted almost of metal. It was completely putrid and. My husband went on a trip and I invited her the next day to my house. The day arrived it was Thursday and I came back from work at 6pm and Swapna was there too around quarter past. She was a nice tall girl and had a good figure. She had lovely lips and curves, she was very nervous, I told her to come in and relax and we will not force you in if you don’t like. At 7:30pm there was a knock at my door, it was Ram and he came in and saw Swapna then I introduced her to him and told him how she met.