Johnjust got up and left her with his cum on her face like all hecared about was getting his rocks off. I don’t know what mademe madder, the fact th...t he treated her like shit or the factthat she put up with it.I loitered around for a few minutes, wishing my hard-onwould go away. I heard the door slam. School was close enoughthat John would probably jog there, but I kept listening for thesound of Katie’s car starting up. After nearly five minutes, Igot tired of waiting and walked around front.. Surprisingly, the wall covering was the same that I had become accustomed to. The changes Penelope had alluded to were merely new carpeting and rearrangement of the furniture. I wasn't sure I would like having the bed turned the other way and my desk on the opposite side of the room, but since I was seldom there I decided I could live with it.In addition to the envelope containing the three pips that Karen had sent, there was a letter from Shirley.Dear Sammy,Thank you for being so understanding. What choice did I have, really?“Please fuck me Keliana,” I sighed, “I want you to take my cherry and fuck my sissy arse. I want to feel your hard cock sliding deep inside me. It’s sooo much bigger than mine, a little cocked sissy like me deserves to be fucked up the arse like a girlish whore.”“Wow, well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?” Keliana giggled at my willingness to humiliate myself in front of these two beauties.She moved around behind me still stroking her big manly cock. Shaurya was someone with average looks, average physique and a hopeless sense of humour which resulted in his poor level of confidence. Certainly, he knew that he couldn’t muster up the courage to go and ask her out. He was even not willing to ask her name!A week or so passed, everything was just as normal, same old Shaurya, wearing those dusky shaded shirts with full sleeves, his laptop computer, his cubicle with photos of Deities and his noisy typist-chair. He was quite engrossed in his work.