But I was pretty sure that the evidence of a shared secret might be enough to make my parents suspicious. And the last thing I needed was to be fendin... off two offended parents. I was old enough that they couldn’t do anything about it, but Robby was old enough for them to blatantly discourage the relationship in front of both of us. And then there was the little problem of not knowing if we had a relationship at all. A quick screw in the corner hardly counted as ‘dating.’ I heard Robby walking. My god she was sexy, she was wearing a maid outfit, the little apron could barely contain her voluptuous breasts. She was wearing a set of stiletto heels that made her legs look so fine that all he could image was wrapping them around him and having his way with her.She smiled at him and offered him some wine in a sexy faux french accent. "Monsieur, vould you like a little bit of vino?" She batted her lashes at him and smiled a sultry smile."Please, mademoiselle" He replied and took the glass. !! They all masturbated on my bowl of ice-cream in the washroom and offering me as deserts. Moreover, I am also accepting it without any restrain like an ideal slut-wife.Sumit asked me to put the cup on the table and he called the waiter to take away his empty cup of chocolate coffee that he took for deserts.Waiter : “yes Sir?”Sumit : “yeh cup uthalo and table ekbaar saaf kar dijiye please”As soon as he reached and saw my ice cream bowl-cup Sumit stopped him saying “ nahi yeh madam ke liye. Like this." He removed my hands and jammed his ankle between my left breast and my biceps, repositioning my hands on his calf. I was very aware of the backs of his fingers having scraped along the swell of my breast--and was trying hard not to show it. He seemed unaware of either the contact, or of my uneasiness."How much are you supposed to gain?" I repeated."Twenty pounds." And you've gained five? Are you going to make it? You have barely a month left, Brad."Classes at College Park didn't.