I admit that I have flaws. I am overly confident in my own abilities, obviously. I am seriously under-socialized, and can easily run into problems wit... personal interactions and communications. I tend to leap before I look, and I suffer from the normal teenage flaws of thinking there is nothing I don't know and believing I am immortal. But I also know my abilities. You wanted my frank assessment of what my strengths were. I believed that was what you really wanted, so I gave you exactly that.". Had he seen me go to the porti-potti and wanted to get me in there himself? Was he here when I sucked off that guy before the Mistress pulled up in her car? “Wow, you look hot. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So I came back. I can’t believe you are still here!” I couldn’t figure him out and was ready to cut through the shit. He was a nice-looking man and if he wanted me to suck him off I would, but I wanted to get going and skip all the small talk. “Oh, you don’t remember. I was. ”Jenny turned around and smiled when she saw me, “Back-off Betty, that’s my friend, John.”Betty’s face changed from threatening to a grin as she apologized, “Oh, that, John. Sorry honey, I will be running along now.” She waved at us and headed up the street.Jenny came over and hugged me and asked, “What are you doing here?”“I just came down to see if you had time to get something to eat, and I brought you something.” Jenny took my hand, and we crossed the street and went into the diner and sat. I wanted more. I went in again, this time to pick up the tray and as expected again Sharma was at my ass. This became a routine, as now I would make more and more trips into the study. Linger around more than necessary and Sharma got bolder. He would caress my ass cheeks from behind; sometimes try to stick his fingers in between my ass. I started wearing thin saris without petticoat so he had good access to me big ass. All the times I would come out of the study I would have a wet pussy. But.