Sister – Ok. Tell me what to do?Me – Message your colleagues and managers that you are on 8 days of medical emergency leave.Then she started runni...g awayMe – Where are you going?Sister – My phone is in another bedroom with mom dad.Me – Ok, come fast.Sister went to the parents’ bedroom.Mom – Are you done?Sister – No I came to take my phone.Mom – Why you need the phone? To click the picture?Sister – Nice idea. But not for that. Bhai wants me to apply for medical leaves for 8 days if I really want. Tra'mon grinned, a determined and rough smile tracing his lips. My quivering and my embarrassment seemed to amuse him to some extent, yet his serious eyes terrified me even more."Are we gonna have this problem, white boy?" he asked, his voice toughening.Intimidated, I began shaking my head."N-No, S-Sir. I-I don't w-want to have a p-problem." I stuttered.He looked at me impatiently.In shame, I bent down to one knee and began to wipe the black man's saliva, sweat and dirt from his bare feet. His. You're single. You aren't thinking of your parents either; they're good and you have no complaints, it's just they talk to you like they're your boss at work, which you think you get enough of.You think of your best friend, Arlen Rochter. Like you, he's tall- maybe an inch shorter than you, if that. You'd been friends since childhood. But at first, being the little shit you used to be, you only acted like his friend because his parents were rich. And it worked. You got to share his cool toys. He felt like ateen-ager, a very randy teen-ager.“Oh Daddy, that’s so nice. Can I jump on your hardpenis, please, please, it feels so big, please,please?” She wriggled and moaned, eyes closed, mouthopen, feeling his prick rubbing on her puffy mound.Tired of the game but eager for the prize, doing whatshe felt she must to get her car. “You fill me sogood, so deep.” She pulled her tiny thong to the side,all she had on, worn just to tease him, a Vickie’sspecial,.