When she let me walk her home, I was, incredibly, not surprised. When she invited me in, I was similarly, strangely, not surprised. It is not often th...t I, a confident fellow, no doubt, but certainly not a stud, am invited up to a woman’s apartment for a cup of coffee on a first date. Those are the kinds of things that happen in the movies, right? Wrong. She did invite me and I did whole heartedly accept. We rode the elevator to the eighth floor, still making slightly useless banter I tried to. Maine kaha tumhare yaha computer kaha par hai chalo mujhe le chalo usne apne room ki taraf ishara kiya aur hum udhar chale gaye uska room bada hi pyara tha maine omputer on kiya aur use kuchh basic batane laga wo mere baju hi bathi thi mai use padhate padhate uski chuchiyo me jhakne ki koshish kar raha tha par kuchh dikh nahi raha tha maine use kaha ki “chalo ab mai tumhe internet kholna sikhata hu” to usne kaha thik hai..Ab maine use kaha ki tum computer ke saamne aake baitho aur mai uske upar. "I cut Jack off, "Yea, I see what you mean, lets do it. Maybe we could get some men and maybe videotape me having sex with them. Better yet, I can see your ready, lets put the camera up and you fuck me. Then I can send him the tape."Jack smiled, "Well I wasn't thinking of me. I have a studio upstairs, you see the girls that work here make a little extra tax-free money making movies upstairs. I think I have an idea of something we could do. I'll ask a few of the boys to stay over and we'll shot. See, I've been a slut since the age of thirteen, well, I grew into a slut gradually starting at thirteen and it escalated every since. It began with my stepfather when my mother went to the east coast to see her parents and I was alone at the house with Dave, my stepfather. Dave was in his early 40's and having begun puberty only a little over a year prior, I had an attraction to him, but I was too nervous and too naive to even flirt! However, Dave apparently had looked at me several times.