While my lund trapped between her boobs, she was smooching my lund head. My lund was now half erect but I was too tired to respond to her efforts. I c...ntinued to sleep. Around 7.00 am in the morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw Nila still in the same position but my dick in its full glory. I found Nisha missing from my right side. The door of the bed room opened and I saw Nisha entering with a tray of morning tea. She was still nude. She looked at me and smiled. She drew my attention to Nila. Her pupilsshrank. She screamed. Her hands reached out. Suddenly, she had a firmgrip on my hair (another permitted move, so it seemed). She growled andtugged at it, despite my protesting screams. I tried to grab a hold ofhers but her arms were too long for me (like I said, the change hadn?tbeen TOO unkind to her). I swatted helplessly, clipping the ends of herbreasts but little else. I wasn?t strong enough to break her grip either.I didn?t know what to do. Then, as she tugged me forwards I. As I look at myself in the mirror I can't help but look at my most apparent feature; my height. I've always been one of the shortest guys ever since pre-school and with my scrawny and quite feminine build I've also been the subject of bullying as far back as I can remember. Enrolling into middle-school didn't help as I didn't know how to control and handle my emotions, so I lashed out at my teachers. This created a lot of issues for me as I've had counseling for most of my predulescent life. I am an IT professional and very successful in my career, and I was responsible for hiring a few talented people from a very large population, all of whom had the right credentials. This was a time and environment when men would do almost anything to get one of these jobs, which could drastically improve their station in life. One man came to me for an interview and brought his beautiful wife with him. He left to get a pack of cigarettes and didn’t come back until the next day. Nothing was.