Have you memorized the code?”“Huh,” Kelvin was startled.“The code, dammit! Have you memorized it?”“No, sir. I uh…”“Shut the fuck up ...nd memorize it! If you fail to follow-through with any of our instructions from now until graduation, you will regret it,” stressed the mystery fellow.The SUV came to a screeching halt.“You committed it to memory yet,” the gentleman asked.“Yes sir,” Kelvin assured.“Give me back the card and get out!”Kelvin hopped out of the vehicle trying to understand what. We entered his bungalow, he locked the door and told me to sit and wait. I waited like 10 minutes. He brought his wife wearing a saree. My thing was jumping inside and in the same time my heart was throbbing with tension. She was around 30 to 35, fair, 34-30-36, and was very beautiful. I still have her face inside my mind locked. She seemed somewhat reluctant to show her face and she was little scared too see me. We three went to a room. He switched off the light and told me to take a bath. We spoke for about an hour or so and then we both dozed off.It was somewhere in Haryana and I woke up dying to pee so I went and spoke to the conductor and they stopped the bus so that anyone who wants to pee can do so. No one got down but me. When I got back in, she stared at me and mocked me saying that something’s wrong with my bladder. I never shy away from a good argument, so I told her that if she could have helped me, then I wouldn’t have had to get down peeing. Then she told me that I. He was to keep his dick hard in the jock pouch, sticking out like he had a hammer in there. More Viagra and more drugs to keep him going. He protested that his dick was leaking in the pouch and it could be seen through the jock material, all scummy and pre-cummy. I told him that was perfect and would make him even more popular. I can’t tell you how popular my bar became. It was always popular, not now it was crazy. Older dudes would line up for a bar stool! I taught Jamie that.