I head the to the bathrooms and find that both of the doors are closed, but the engaged sign isn’t ticked on either one.I turn around to head back t... my manager when I hear a soft moan come from the stall I haven’t yet checked.I inch closer to it, holding my breath. But the only sound is my heartbeat as it beats frenziedly in my chest.I could have just imagined it, I suppose.But then I hear one more moan, quieter than the last. And before I can be a huge fucking pussy, I’m ripping the door wide. Finally, I told father in law that aunties will come again but he should find the time and fuck two daughters.He held my hand and requested to sleep with him every night . But I pulled away hand and came out smilingly.I said to myself ,“ he and Babu should fuck me without me waiting for them, then only I will fuck with them. “I came out. I searched and found a sleeping tablet which father had given on the night of orgy back home. While talking with Vikram I put that pills in milk and made him. " I can't," I said, "I need the money too badly." How much would you have made today?" he asked, quite bluntly."I don't know. $15?" I said, somewhat confused.He took $20 out of his wallet and handed it to me. I started to say something about how I resented him offering it to me, when he cut me off."Please," he said, "I just want to let you give me the birthday present I want." And what's that?" I asked."A little of your time." Ok," I said. I was a little worried.When we got back to his house,. It felt lovely and dirty – I know nowadays it’s all supposed to be ok and normal (though I guess not if wanking or pants-spunking is all you do, like me) – but back then it was ‘self-abuse’, you were supposed to feel guilty and that’s what I loved. It wasn’t until Miss Melanie and that first, out-of-control pants-spunk right in front of Her, that I knew that there would be situations – oh joy! – when a girl would make me and there’s was nothing I could do about it, it would just happen and I.