Hell she’s great and she deserves something for all the pain and shit she’s been through since Guy got stabbed. I leave my Dad’s office and head...back to my room to chill out. I think I did good tonight or at least did good by Guy for once.Guy Donnelly My dinner trip with Mark to the bad side of town was interesting, it felt good I think. I actually get to say that and mean it too. We just sat and ate and he didn’t ask me bullshit questions or apologize for everything he didn’t do. I am not sure. Fear gripped me. It’s not possible, I thought. He’ll tear me apart. But a part of me was excited by it, wanting to know what it would feel like. I’d gone this far, what was stopping me going further? While I was lost in my thoughts he had pushed his dick forwards till the tip was practically resting on my bottom lip. My eyes widened in surprise, and yet it didn’t put me off. I wrapped my lips around his mushroom cap, and circled it with my tongue, all the while using my hands to stroke his. Meanwhile, I learned a few techniques of being masseur. I have taken a couple of classes and tried it on Aparna aunty (read my previous story) and she was quite satisfied. It was very tough with my parents around and her husband at her house, with great persuasion I could massage her and yes we had a good quickie. So I spoke to the aunt from Bangalore and she said her name to be Anitha aged 41 yrs and her daughter Priya aged 22 years. Well, Anitha got married young and was married to a software. The tiny nipples at the end were nothing compared to Melisa's, but I liked them. The black thigh high stockings hung to defy gravity, leaving nothing to obscure the wax job Monique had done on my crotch. I put on my jewel green stilettos that were wholly inappropriate for a second grade teacher, close to 6 inches, and a metallic heel that made me almost 6'3".She returned with the prize, Emily was wearing an outfit I made for her, the benefits of learning from a seamstress mother. A pure white.