I have told her in advance that my parents would never let me marry the girl I choose. They would do that for me like most of the stubborn desi parent....So, when she told me that she wanted to marry me (seriously?), I backed off. So, I had stopped to worry about her anymore. Hope, she is doing fine with her husband now.Now, let’s get to what I wanted to share.Since I had developed this phobia toward commitments, I found it very hard to find a girl. The girls who would like to have one night. He seemed a little drunk. I'll bet the motherfucker had been driving around, drinking and playing with himself. He said he wasn't doing much and wondered if I wanted to ride in his convertible with the top down. I said that I always wanted to ride in a convertible and would love to as I brushed my long blond hair out of my face and gave him my best smile. He watched like a hawk as I opened the door and got in. I let my baggy loose shorts ride low on my slender hips to expose my hairless belly. ” I said. “Stay put and I’ll send her in. Be a few minutes.”“All right,” I said to Faye Sawyer, “here’s the deal. You go in the men’s room and give the man in there a good five dollar blow job. If you are not back within fifteen minutes with the money, I’ll have your pictures on every break room in Hubby’s factory. Won’t your friends at the Country Club be surprised when your photos show up everywhere.”She stared at me with open mouth.“If I was you, Mrs Sawyer,” I said, “I get my ass in there. Now more than ever I found myself gazing at her huge tits, barely hidden beneath a thin orange weekend shirt… the primal thing in me wanted to see those now too.I guess at this point it would be good to describe myself when this took place. I was always tall for my age so i was about the same height as Krystal and a few inches taller than Amy. I'm mulatto so i have a light brown caramel complexion. I have deep brown eyes (I'm always told that's because I'm full of shit) and black hair that back.