I helped her remove my clothes.Aswathy knelt down to pull down my boxers and made my dick free. She was also a little shy watching my erect penis in f...ront of her face. I took her hand and placed it on my thick dark penis. Her hands felt so soft on it, which was accustomed to my rough hands only for long. She slowly and carefully caressed it in to and fro movements. I showed her how to pull back my foreskin fully. Like a good student, she was carefully learning everything. I asked if she liked. Moving me to the middle of the bed he lay down in beside me. “You're very good at what you do, Sophie,” he said, complimenting me unnecessarily. “That felt almost real.” Unsure of what sort of response was appropriate, I just said, “I always try to keep the customer happy.”Although I couldn't tell him the truth, that would have spoilt everything, my reaction to this man's hot loving wasn't acting at all, it was real. The excitement of someone new and unknown had contributed to my not holding. The guys would crack up laughing. I was starting to get angry over this treatment and I desperately wanted to know what was so funny about me. On Wednesday Hank approached me and said that if I knew what was good for me, I would meet him in the band room at lunch time again. By now I was furious and was going to put an end to his harassing me for good. By lunch time I was mad up enough to give Hank a major piece of my mine. I sneaked into the band room. Hank was already inside behind the. I made some of them space aliens, otherswere spies, there was even one old man that walked by almost every time Iwas there that I imagined was a mad scientist who had developed aspecial brain transfer machine that could exchange brains between people,or like in a cartoon I remembered between a person and a chicken. At onepoint I even imagined that he had switched my older sister and myself sothat I could ... well you know. I find myself rambling again, sorry. The part that I truly hated.