Both my father and mother were teachers. My father died after a heart attack two years ago. Being the children of teachers, we all were good in our st...dies. We are from a well-to-do family. My father inherited 5 acres of rubber plantation other than a few commercial plots he bought with his own savings and financial assistance provided by his brother and sister who are permanently settled in the US.The incident which I am going to narrate happened 2 months ago. My sister Leena stays with us as. She lived only a few miles away from me, I mean us. I took something “accidentally” from her and later called her to return it. We had sex within a week. She was single, fifty, and an actress in the local theater; enough of a celebrity to be recognized on the street and that was enough for me. Scratched that one off my list. Two down.The fourth item on the list was to fuck in public. I did this with my wife. We went to a remote trail at a time when we would not likely be noticed. I was naked.. .' I walked past Charlie, he slammed the door and led me to the basement rooms. Charlie told me '...I know Bruce and his uncle fucked you crazy this weekend, so don't act like you don't know what to do, get put of those clothes and on the bed...' I did as told and watched Charlie as he undressed. His enormously huge man hood waved in front of him like a threatening tool. Charlie's penis was massive, at least ten inches long and five to six inches in girth. I shuddered as I thought of him. Well, I was dressed in row-chic. “Name’s Clausen. I’m here to see Rodney Pollard, ninth floor,” I said. The guard tendered me a sour look, stepped behind a bank of monitors, picked up a phone, hit a button, and waited. He talked to somebody on the other end.“Okay, you’re cleared to see Mister Pollard,” the man said. His look told me he couldn’t believe it and was mildly miffed because he couldn’t do anything about it. The upshot was that I was miffed because he was miffed.I took the elevator up.