Then I found a guy who said he was 40 years old and would like to chat with me.I thought he was a gay but he assured me he wasn’t. After some decent...talk, he asked me had I ever fucked a milf? I replied negatively but told that I would love to do it. Then he asked me to meet him. Since we both were from Pune, we decided to meet at Vaishali on Sunday. The day came and I was waiting in front of the hotel. The problem was we had not seen each other as I didn’t want to risk my privacy on the chat.. “But, Mr. Wilks,” she began to plead, “can’t you keep me on for just a few more months? I really need to save up money for college, and you are the only family that I work for. I’ve looked after Robbie for years.”“I’m sorry, Megan, I really am, but Mrs. Wilks is adamant that Robbie is old enough now to be on his own for just a few hours a day after school.” Mike felt a crushing feeling consume him as Megan’s usually sweet, angelic face looked like she was being told a family member had passed. Debbie had replied that she missed him very badly but she knew that she would find a way to survive. The subject had soon turned to their schooldays, and as they both played hockey for the university, Debbie had told Vicky about the Boreham hockey match in detail. She told Vicky about the assault on Miriam Taylor and how she had retaliated by swearing at and slapping the Boreham girl on her face. She had then told Vicky about the canings that had followed and that one of the girls had had. She looked at me “I bet your really smiling now aren’t you!” She laughed.“I’m sorry.” I apologized looking sympathetic towards her.She smiled at me. “No need to. You won fair and square. And a deal is a deal I guess.”Before she could do anything I spoke up, starting to feel kind of guilty now. “Look, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s alright, I’m not going to make you do it!”She looked at me, with a small look of astonishment on her face I had said that. A soft smile lit up the room.