.. I just don't drink ... I only drink Coke. She felt Mark's hand tighten subtlety on her arm. He continued to smile at her, but she saw his eyes hard...en slightly.She felt light headed from the beers and out of her element. She knew that she should just get up and leave, but... 'Your being ridiculous, ' she thought to herself, 'what could these gringos do to you in a bar with all these people around.' Nena slowly exhaled and said slowly, with conviction, "O.K. but this is going to be my last. At eleven, I took a cold shower. Once out of the shower, I couldn’t figure out what to wear. Did it matter? I dressed in office clothes out of Monday morning habit. I got to the gallery just after twelve. Jennifer was dressed in a simple shirt and pants and a painter’s smock. It was not a gag. Jennifer was quite serious about her work. I even had to sign a model’s release. She asked me what the most artistic thing about me is. Me? I’m an accountant! Any ethical accountant prides himself on. I saw her daily in bus while coming back from my college. Days passed like that. After completing her course, I couldn’t see her daily. I too become serious about my studies. For two-three years we have met only 3 or 4 times. After completing my graduation I joined in a college in calicut for pg. After completing pg, I went for bank coaching. By god’s grace,i was shortlisted in ibps.So the job was sure. So I went back to home thus again I became a homely child. Always I will woke up at 9-9.30.. Two quick orgasms and now the most important one has come to fuck me. I should have planned this better. I should have held off on the last orgasm. I wasn’t used to being manipulative, though. I was used to just being used in whatever order or need the person chose. His voice broke me out of my brooding.“On your hands and knees, girl. I like doggy style.” I smiled to myself as I rolled on the tabletop to assume that position and spread my knees wide. A dominant man with short-comings in.