"I was pretty sure you would, Mark."I could hear Dr. Payton very clearly — in fact it was something way beyond clear. It was as if I was hyper-conce...trating on her voice; it became my sole focus.My eyes were closed, but I could visualize the movements of her lips as she spoke. I felt the depth of her breathing. I could sense the gestures of her hands. And I couldn't hear anything else."Mark ... we're going to talk now ... about the night your mother died ... and about how it affected your. I stay alone in a rented apartment in Andheri.The story that I am about to tell you is a dream of a every young boy struggling to have his first fuck. And this happened to me just a week ago.After reading my experiences on ISS, one of the reader, a young, dynamic, charismatic, lady, aged 32, working as top HR manager contacted me through Hangout on my ID She introduced herself as Ammy , she was 32, divorcee and staying alone. She really liked my experiences. We started chatting on hangout and. Even they used to grab my ass, hold me by my waist while dancing. We danced for quite some time. We settled down to catch some breath, drank some more, and decided to play ‘Truth or Dare.’Sorry I forgot to introduce my roommates:Rajesh – 29, eldest of us, a bit on the fat side with a bit of belly and hairy body, medium complexion, and an 8″ inch thick black cock with veins bursting out.Srikanth – 26, the gym guy, fair and handsome, and a 7+” inch slim cock.So back to the story, we started. The noises that consumed me a few moments ago have disappeared and all I can hear now is the beat of my jittery heart. (God I feel sick) but it’s true therefore it has to be said. Most of us have the power to choose certain things nowadays, we have the power to choose who we date, who we want to speak to every day, who will be our friends for a long time to come, and who we will only call if things start to go wrong, there’s just one thing we don’t have the power to choose and that one thing is.