I wouldn’t be a burden.“I wasn’t wearing much makeup anyways,” I assured Matt. It had been at Robin’s insistence. Her business, her standard...s. Matt’s standards were less professional. It wasn’t that I didn’t like makeup. I looked good with the little peach lip gloss I had put on and the splash of blue along my eyelids; I just wasn’t used to it. I didn’t wear it for work. I hardly went out. I—Courtney would teach me. She’d love it and I’d hate it. I was certain of that. Who else could I ask. It was transparent to a limit. It had golden borders. Her black bra strap was clearly visible. Her blouse was unable to resist her boobs. It was tight. Her front end of the blouse was perking through the saree. Her waist was long and clear white. I could see her deep navel through her saree. She wore a gold chain which reached until navel. I couldn’t resist on seeing this. I woke up and moved away. That night, my parents had to go to Chennai on the bus. Anandhi aunty was completely unaware of. I was introduced to the rest of the club officers and several other members. I knew some of them by reputation as well as the clubs’ reputation too. This MC club’s reputation was as a front for the IRA, and many of the members were former or active militants, some were wanted by Interpol. Michael suggested that I stay with them through the weekend because my name would be in the police reports which are public record and I told me that I could be at risk merely by association. I agreed mostly. I'm right. He sits back in the chair and tells me, "You may suck me offnow." I crawl over and take him into my mouth, using my right hand tojerk off the base of his cock and doing to best I can to keep my teethcovered as I try to take as much of this cock with the girth of a coffeecup as I possibly can.It takes very little time before he holds my head down and pumps shotafter shot of cum inside of me. I swallow with each pulse like a goodgirl.We both stand, my gaze returning back to his.