“How?” I asked her. Trish reached up and kissed me, “I could help you experience the feeling of being cuckolded,” she said as she slowly stro...ed me. “I don’t actually mean go the whole way with it but take you as far as the edge, shall we say. You would know what it was like. The rest could be left for the imagination to write.” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think properly either. My cock was in her hand and she was masturbating me. How often had I read of this happening to other man,. Jennifer, saw my erection and smiled. "I thought so. You are reallyturned on, aren't you? Admit it." So I did.She smiled at me sweetly, calmly touched up her lipstick, and watchedme watch her every move. When she was done, she put the lipstick backon the printer table, still unscrewed. Then she said, "Go ahead, youknow what you want."So I started stroking myself. She let me do this for awhile while shewatched. Then she said, "Oh, that's not what I thought you wanted. Ithought you. It was almost 12:30pm so we decided to have our lunch first. After having our lunch she told me that if I would like to take a nap. I refused. She started removing her sari in front of me; I stopped her and told that it is my work to make you nude. And your work is to make me nude. She looked at me in such a sight that she had never heard of these things. She asked me, “ Nik how many times did you have sex with other girls”? I said two times, once my student in my home and the other in train. Something clicked with me. “Are you drunk?“No!” Molly replied violently.I stared into her eyes. They weren’t open all the way, and she had difficulty keeping her head still. I leaned in closer and sniffed. “Molly.” I said disapprovingly.“Fuck off.” she replied defensively. “I get to run my life however I want.”I opened my mouth to say something, something in rebuttal, then realized that it would get me nowhere. Hell, it would have gotten me nowhere with Sober Molly, let alone Drunk Molly..