To start with there’d been countless phone calls, where he’d begged me, in various stages of drunkenness, to come back. Then there’d been the fl...wers. Enormous bouquets of roses, lilies and carnations. Next came letters and then poems — which always rhymed, usually in a facile ‘Roses are red, violets are blue’ kind of way. ‘And then he started stalking me,’ I said, my attempt to sound matter of fact rather spoiled by being out of breath. We’d been climbing the hill for a while now and it was. They were great, very good-looking (especially Anjum). Anjum was Shama’s height, with a thinner body. Though not as shapely as Shama, with a little more weight in her ass and middle, it was just enough to make her more voluptuous. Her face was the best part of her. She was fair, with long, pointed features and big, doe-like eyes, and an incredible, pearly white smile. Ali was taller than me, 6′, and well built, though not extremely muscular. He had a slight paunch, but one that didn’t make him. She finally started breathing again and relaxed. I moved up and kissed her telling how I enjoyed giving her a climax. She told me it was her best climax ever. She had never had any oral sex and didn’t know it could be so wonderful. I asked if she had ever given a blowjob and she said once. I asked her if she would like to try it on me. She smiled and said she would like to give it a try. She moved down and took my still hard dick in her hand. She stroked it up and down a few times then moved. ..wait a second...."She patted my butt. The slight embroidering on the back pocket."Those are women's jeans."I nodded reluctantly."Take them off then. Your shirt, too." I don't want to," I protested. "You can't do this." Let's get one think straight, Lauren. I own your career now. Show mewhat you have on underneath your shirt and jeans."I slowly undressed, my body trembling."Such a pretty little flower," she said as I stood before her in my sexyunderwear. Only I didn't feel sexy now, as I had.