We all sang it together until the end.“That’s it ... now if only Brian or Jeff can find the sheet music to it,” I said.Jennifer grabbed my phone...and dialed, “Hello, Michael Thomas is calling to speak to Brian O’Sullivan. Thank you.”She handed me the phone, “Yes” came from the other end.“Mr. O’Sullivan, I need a song called “Smokey the Bear” from about 1952 written by Steve Nelson and Jack Rollins.”“OK, got it! Anything else?”“Nope. Take care.”After we disconnected, I played it again listening. I considered calling people but everyone lived very far away from me and it was about 2 am at night so I felt beyond embarrassed of doing so. I told him that he can come back the next day and take the money but he said that he wouldn’t come this far from where he usually goes as it would take nearly the same amount of money as my payment. I started getting scared and tried to think of ideas but my mind went blank.I asked him what were supposed to do, he suggested calling my parents or friends. Yet something told her it was right to be here, it was her right, her destiny. Slowly she crept forwards in the darkened hallway, her hormones rushing into overdrive as her senses reeled form the sexual aura pervading the hall. She had to steady herself and willed the gasp to muted silence as her eyes feasted on the writhing bodies. She couldn't see them clearly they were just visible through the door that had been left carelessly ajar. Her pupils widened to accept the degradation flooding into. Had I known sex will be so good I would have got fucked much earlier (not that I was short of options either ;-) )It was my first time but as I was into basketball in my school days, my hymen tore off much earlier.Hence no blood came out.Listening to the moans inside the room, Rohit came inside to check if all was good and he was shocked to see what were we up to.He stood still.I saw him and winked (Dev could not see him as he was facing the other side).Rohit then left and stood outside the.