As always I pissed a lot of guys off.They didn't seem to understand or didn't want to understand how easy it is to get stalked if a woman gives any re...al information, like her messenger name. It's why I never went to an instant messenger or used a cam. It was far too easy for any idiot to use the settings to keep track of a woman's movements. They missed the point that it was an anonymous chat so why would I give them any real information.Monday morning I was on site sitting in the warm cab of. To my surprise, I saw Nalini sitting in an empty chair and reading the newspapers I had brought. When I went , she took her eyes off the newspaper and saw me entering my room. There I was with only a towel around my pot belly and nothing on my top exposing my hairy chest and hands to her feasting eyes.I told Nalini that sorry and pls excuse me for the request I made to her and went towards my wardrobe and took a fresh towel and wiped my wet hair. I deliberately did this with only a towel around. I thought back to the day I had watched him screwing my daughter. If I had known then she'd been feeling this good I could never have waited this long. I wanted to push back. I wanted to rock against his cock but his pressure together with the weight of his body were restricting me.I felt his hand slide up along my back. Seconds later his fingers combed through my hair gripping it firmly. It hurt when, using his grip on my hair he pulled my head off the pillow, turning my face slightly back. "Well, I've forgotten it already. Fuck it. Let Shiggie learn English! He's the one making $2 million a year in his rookie season in the Bigs. Me? I'm making the league minimum. (Which, incidentally, is still more money than I ever expected to see in my life!)I sat in with Amy and Shiggie for the first 30 minutes of his English lesson, and then curled up on the front porch swing with the latest Robert Crais novel for the next two hours, while Amy continued drilling him.She finally decided that.