" "What I saw says you are." "I'm bisexual. In this town that's as good as gay. Please don't tell anyone what you saw, it would kill me." "I wou...d never tell anyone Tom, you know I'm not like that. You really need to be more careful though. That could have been anyone standing outside the garage and they may not be as nice as me." "I realize that now." "Your secret is safe with me; of that you have no worries." "Thank you Sharon, it means a lot to me." "So tell me, what is your. We both stifled our groans. She was so wet and so tight. I curled my fingers in and out slowly, and she sucked me in eagerly each time. When she started pumping her hips subtly, I heard the kids behind us shift seats and wondered what they were seeing.I kept it slow for a long time and looked around to check our audience. The middle-aged man was watching steadily out of the corner of his eye. He was holding his wife’s hand and I wondered if he was squeezing it to our rhythm. The guy on my left. You take whatever you want. You keep instructing us”Photographer “ok you guys stand on both sides of that lady and put your hands on her chest as if you are pressing her boobs” Next moment their hands were on my both boobs and photographer was clicking his machine. Photographer “ ok, now you come to her legs, slowly start pulling her saree up to knees” Both doctors started pulling my saree up and raised up to knees.Photographer “ what are you doing. I don’t want snap of her petticoat. Pull. You've got yourself sorted, leave me alone!" Tom snarled at him."You leave Anne out of this! Actually, while we're at it, you leave Denise out of this as well! You're not good enough for her — you're only going to hurt her!"People were turning to stare.One of them was Denise."Stan, you stay out if it. Don't interfere in my life," she told him.Tom smirked again. Stan was getting very tired of seeing that expression."Denise, this, this person isn't fit to wipe your shoes, yet you're virtually.