At eight o'clock, Saturday morning, my doorbell rang, interrupting my breakfast. Only in my robe, I answered the door to see Nanci standing there with... a tear-streaked face. "Nanci? What's wrong?" "Oh, Professor! Please! I'm so sorry!" "Come in. Now, sorry for what?" I asked, as I closed the door. "Sorry for whatever I did, that you don't want to tutor me anymore!" "Nanci, Dear, you didn't do anything. I just think you're capable of doing good work on your own." "Don't you like me, anymore?". To usne bataya ki vo kisi mnc main work kerti hai……or uski abhi night shift chal rahi hai………phir usne mujhse poocha ki aap kya kerte ho to maine apne bare main bata diya ki mujhe ghoomna pasand hai isliye ghoomta hoon or ladkiyon ke saath sex kerna mujhe bahoot pasand hai to vo kerta hooon……ye sunkar vo jane lagi maine poocha kya hua to bolti hai tum bekar ladke ho maine use kaha tumne mujhsai poocha ki tum kya kerte ho to maine bata diya Ab isme meri kya galti hai ki main ye kerta hoon. It seemed like forever before I heard scuffling in the hall way and the door to the apartment open and close. There was soft steps in the outer rooms as I strained to hear. Panicking I watched the door knob to the room I was in as it started to turn, I raised up on one elbow and pulled my legs up close as the knob turned and the door begin to move. As The door opened the first thing my eyes focused on was three naked males their penis stiff and rock hard entering the room. I looked up and to. I agreed to help, saying it as tactfully as I could without seeming too eager, and Rachel told me she would discuss it with Sonia and get back to me later. The next day she said that their plan was to film several “activities” over the course of Friday night through Sunday night the following weekend. “Sonia asked that you not masturbate during the rest of the week,” Rachel told me. “Um… okay, I guess, no problem,” I answered. I could hardly keep from getting aroused all day Friday in the.