He had a few close friends at schoolMatt, a tall, gangly, Marilyn Manson look-alike and Ron, a stocky, bearded outcast who wore Rob Zombie t-shirts, b...t mostly listened to Pink Floyd. Jason himself had been labeled a Goth kid, even though he didnt see himself that way. He didnt wear eyeliner or paint his nails, and if pressed he would say his favorite band was Led Zeppelin or Nirvana. He figured the classification must have started because he was tall, thin, more pale than tan, with longish. Sushila was already an hour late and Subhash was fuming inside. Two days had gone and already she was showing signs of in-subordination. He had mentally made up his mind to put her in her place today.The events of the last two days had put Subhash’s libido into a wild orbit. He would have a hard-on every few minutes thinking about Sushila. Never in his life had he experienced lust so strong. It was almost as if, the lust was coarsing through his veins. When he slept at night his painfully erect. Then he dips his cock in the drink and rubs it over my lips. I sit there and let him, I can feel myself getting very hard and quickly produce a nice tent in my shorts. He keeps rubbing his now growing cock all over my lips, i open them slightly to a pout. He rubs across my teeth and parts my lips. I can't stand it, not sure what to do in some kind of spell. I open my mouth and he slips in. I naturally suck on his head. Very sweet and salty. His cock gets fat and hard very fast and I am forced. Especially her kids. She liked to take belts to them, and being a small woman among big boys, I used to think she had a reason, until I saw her use it on one of her kids once when her husband wasn't home. I told John about it and he said he'd deal with it. I hadn't seen her do it again."Yeah, they are." Oh, God. I'm sorry," I said, squeezing his hand. He'd known John a long time."We need to talk, Kelly," he finally said after being quiet for a few seconds."About?" I asked, feeling this empty,.