A two story house with an office and loft upstairs along with a basement downstairs.I led Stacy inside and while we ate and chatted amicably, I poured... some drinks for us, casually slipping some slipping tablets into hers. By the end of the meal, she was feeling very sleepy. I offered to let her lay down on my couch, but she insisted that she needed to go to work. I told her that I'd call them and let them know that she wasn't feeling well and would be going home. With me to vouch for her, she. I didn't even know that was possible, but Ben had apowerful father who knew someone at the Health Department. Now THIS was aman who could get things done! And believe he me DID ME any chance hecould get!!I threw myself into the role of housewife back at Jennifer's place, whoallowed me to live there longer and serve her and take care of herhousehold so I would know what to do with my own someday. She gladly letmom visit now and then and teach me new things about cooking and how totake care of. Lewis was a seasoned homosexual at 20something years of age when we met. He was not like any of the others and could almost see passed the facade of innoscents and curiosity that I was portraying. Had it been captured on film, it would have earned my an Emmy nod at a minimum. But acting couldn't mask the ferrimones dripping from my pubescent body, and Lewis was like a hound dog. He could smell my itchy little boy-pussy like a boy dog can smell a bitch in heat.I could feel Lewis' eyes. He squeezed and pinched my naked boobs. I remained on my knees before him, naked and in shock as his hand worked on my breast. As he moved over to my other tit, I started to cry. Mr.Sharma chuckled as he continued to feel me up. Then he said, “ahh poor little baby Sheela. She needs something to suck on. Come here baby, suck on this!” He moved his hand to the back of my head and pulled me towards his erect cock. “Please no!” I pleaded as his cockhead touched my lips, “Please don’t make me do.