I guess it could have been appreciation."Welcome lot number 06/086," Brian said in an oily tone. "I understand that you wish to apply for the job of p...rsonal secretary to one of our audience today. I see that you've brought you application folder." That's right, Sir," Julia responded. "I'd make a very good, very personal, secretary." Well, please take a seat. And face the camera, won't you? I'd like everyone to be able to see exactly what you have to offer."Julia sat herself down on a high. Nevertheless our relationship has been pretty good over the years.Recently I met up with a buddy from college who played football there and we were talking and catching up about everything. We got talking about relationships and he told me he was going to propose soon. I was telling him that I'm going to be proposing soon to my girlfriend too and he went on to say he was happy to hear I wasn't with my ex-gf anymore because she was a whore and that I got out of that relationship. I thought he. You see, being a 17 year old gay guy it isn't easy when you have to change for football practice in a room full of sweaty teenage boys three times a week. Especially considering I have a little thing for feet.I thought that me quitting, would solve my "problem" and that way I could just be horny and gay all by myself, but I hadn't considered that some of those guys were actually my friends.Two of them, I had known ever since I wore my first diaper, Luke and Leonardo. They were my two best. She pushed him back gently and removed her pallu. My mom began strip teasing him like a professional! All this made him harder. She removed her sari, petticoat, bra and panties, stood naked in front of a stranger. All this was done without a word.He smirked and turned around, began walking back. “Hey wait!” my mom said. “Please come back… Please fuck me” She began begging him like a whore. He looked at her and smiled cunningly. “I’ll fuck you… But you’ll have to be my slave” He said. “Anything.