Woh jab bhi mujhe chest ki exercises krvate toh mujhe peeche se pakad lete aur mere chest par apne dono haath rakh kar muje exercise krvane ke bahane ...ere chest ko halka halka masalte unka lund meri gaand par chubhta mai kuch nhi kehta tha woh gym mein apna underware dal karNhi aate the sir unhone ek short dala hota tha jis se unka lund poora saaf dikhta unka lund 9 inch ka tha mere saath woh frank the par unke andar sex bahaut tha woh always mere saath kisi na kisi bahane sex kee baatein krte. Please just sign the papers so we can both get on with our lives.”“There was anger, but more than the anger was pain, the realization that she had been right all along. She wasn’t enough woman for him ... or any man. How could she have thought she could make any man happy?Always possessing low self esteem from her days in school when she was ignored if not ostracized had long since cost her any real sense of self worth.Acknowledgement of her worthlessness brought numbness. She was hardly aware. From initial days only I started making lots of new friends both guys and girls..and Swapna (not real name) was one of them. I must tell Bengali girls are the most beautiful girls. Academically I was very good and so very soon I started becoming quite popular and many guys and girls started taking my help especially guys/ girls from engineering background for Finance related subjects like Accounting, Economics, and stuff.It was during these times when my darling of the story Swapna also got in. “Relax, Joe, I was just teasing you. I get the shot every month. I’m not fertile,” she replied, laughing.“But I thought the main purpose of having companions was for procreation?” I questioned.“It is, but there is no law saying that I have to be the one to reproduce. That is what I have Stephanie for. To be honest, that is not the only reason I have her,” she giggled.“Who’s Stephanie?” I inquired.“My other companion. She was taking a nap when you arrived. You’ll meet her later,” Loretta.