We exchanged few emails. Slowly we started getting to know each other. She was married and her husband works in a private firm and she was a lecturer ...n a college in Bangalore. She told me that she was sex deprived and wanted to do it. Then sex chatted for a month and we shared our fantasies and fetish. We were more like friends.She told me that she trusts me and she wants to meet me. We never exchanged photos till now. Then later one day she asked me to wait at Indiranagar KFC signal at 10 in. But what would I say? It would be too embarrassing. I did not want to have the reputation of soliciting such actions from men. Wrestling with my moral dilemma I continued to look at the massive piece of meat before my eyes. It looked harmless enough. My curiosity got the best of me. Never seeing one before much less touching it, I began to wonder about what a cock would feel like. Nobody would ever know. I would never tell. It would only happen this one time. My mischievous side started to come. But here it was again, rearing its ugly head.“You never told me you got a speeding ticket, Ellen,” he continued.“I didn’t...I didn’t think...I didn’t....” she stammered.“You didn’t think what, Ellen?” She was about to jump out of her skin. How he could remain so calm at times like this was a complete mystery to her. “I didn’t think I needed to tell you,” she said.“I think you know better than that,” he replied, tilting his head slightly to the left. “I think you were deliberately trying to. The strange part of it was, each of them were more excited, due to having the uncertainty about what I might be planning for them.I believed three of them when they said they didn't want me to share them with Don. The fear that I might actually do something like that might have been pleasurable for them, but they seemed like they didn't really want to make that titillating fear into an actual reality. That's what they all said to me, more or less. Emily was the only one that kept coming back to.