The story which I am sharing today involves a reader who approached me after reading one of your previous affairs published on this ISS story site. I ...as appreciated for the narration and she told her name was Reshma and her age to be around 40 and she was also from Bangalore itself.The focus of conversations was on my previous affair instead of me. She wanted to how much time was taken before the meeting and how we met so on. This boring chat went on for a few days but she was being friendly.. "I'm here for my cousin. I'm going to keep it real. I want you to represent him. I don't care if you're a public defender or whatever. He's got a future. You and I go way back," I said."What kind?" She said."He raps," I answered."Oh, mixtape rappers. Those."I rolled my eyes for a second and said: "Wait a second. Once upon a time, not long ago, didn't you idolize a rapper because of his mentality? Didn't you idolize the fact that he came from almost nothing, just like us? You still idolize him,. I felt my legs opening to give him a great look if that was what he wanted but decided against it. It was taking everything in me not to spread my legs for this man. My nipples were now aching from being hard for so long but I knew I couldn’t rub them without him thinking I was some sort of freak. I lifted my book to where my eyes could barely peer over it as I used it to shield my breast. I began to rub one nipple through the fabric in hopes that it would be less visible but it worked against. ” “I am sure it will not” Ellen said. Ellen continued, “ Grandma told me she is your Queen and you are your black stallion and what happen last week between you two. I turn to Ellen and said “you’re my prom queen, I always wanted one”. As we pulled into the driveway. Before getting out of the car we gave each other a long wet kiss. As we open the front door Dale was taking a shower. So we slipped into our room to change our clothes. The subject about what happen between me and Ellen was not.