Suddenly the numbers swirled brightly and turned into whatappeared to be Japanese kanji. My thought process, as muddled as it was, was "How did I know...hat's what those symbols are called?" I believe it was then when I blacked out. Opening my eyes revealed that my hair was obstructing my view,which was weird since I've never had it long enough to do that before. I realized then that I wasn't alone in the room, and that atall asian teen with brown hair up in a high ponytail was standingopposite. She considered de-conditioning. But in the end, she had made a conscious choice this time…to leave this intensely intimate level of control in his hands, his voice. Not that she was not still mad as hell that he had not fully considered how tough this would be on her. She chuckled as she remembered his home coming. He had found her in the kitchen, washing dishes. She had not even known he was back, as was sometimes the case, especially during those dark days right after nine-eleven. She had. "You ... you did what? You ... you were fucked? But ... but when and how did you involve oral sex?" she stammered.Only when the coffees were delivered did Eliz continue her story. "Oral sex was difficult for we were in a plane and although the business section had more space there were other passengers there as well. I think I must have been made of rubber for without raising any questions or interest from the other passengers I managed to get my head into his groin and take the monster into my. I will tell this story in his own words.My name is Vishal. I live in Bangalore, I am 27 years old and work in MNC. I live in a flat in Bangalore, with college friend Rahul. My roommate Rahul works in another company. We live in a flat which has 2 bedrooms, an open kitchen, a dining room with a TV and a sofa set. This flat belongs to Rahul.My story starts one year back when only Rahul and I use to stay in that flat. One Friday night, we decide to have whiskey for enjoyment and while having.