As I closed the door a hand was clasped over my face. I went rigid with shock.“ Surprise!” rasped a husky voice. “I bet you thought all that se...curity was fool proof didn’t you you sissy fag?”“Well it isn't. I've been watching you online and through you stupidly big windows for weeks, Nice of you to give me those shows,”“I'm going to take my hand away. No point in screaming no one will hear.” He laughed as he turned me around.I saw a man in his 30's about5 feet 11. Muscular, hairy and dressed. Practice and the thirty something years he had experienced gave him a huge advantage, especially in the verbal component. The math was not much of a challenge either. His pencil seemed to fly across the answer sheet. He was confident that he did well when he left the classroom three hour later. Melissa felt the same way.The SAT’s were the only disturbance to a routine week. He had to admit that it was getting a little boring being in high school. The novelty was wearing off. Like Melissa, he. Tightly wrapped around me I might add, sucking on me firmly as she eased her head backwards and forwards towards my crotch, moving my tool into her mouth that felt so damn good, perfectly warm and nicely damp and would be reason alone for my moans. ‘Ahhhh… Mmmmm shit… Yeah, like that love…’ I said, keeping my arms back behind me so I can keep leaning slightly, allowing a view right down at the sexy pop singer sucking my dick, her head moving smoothly up and down as she took in a few inches of. ” I looked down and fingered a lovely black sling back so that he wouldn’t see the guilt on my face. I expected that he would judge me because I was Indian and instead I realised that in doing so I was judging him; not by his occupation but by his race. He was right though; many immigrant parents – not just Indians – push their children towards professions that they perceive as being more successful. It made me reflect; as progressive and Australian as my parents behave; I still have not.