I got madder. It was like I was in denial. “He don't love you,” I thought. “Fuck him.”I eventually became a non-factor in her mind. Sure, she ...still said hi to me, but it felt like it started to get worse and worse. I wrote about her more and more. I started to do things that I would never do, like listen to love songs that you would never gravitate toward. That was most likely a sign. Along with many others. I wrote about what she was wearing that day. I wrote about how good she looked in her. "Good morning dear, how was your nap?" she asked. I couldn't speaksomething large and filling was gagging my mouth. My chest ached likenever before and my senses felt all out of whack."My you are definitely coming along nicely, maybe only a few moresurgeries and you'll be our first wh.....errr project in what willhopefully become a very successful program."What did she mean? Why was I a project and for what reason I wondered.Just then a frantic message comes over the intercom"Urgent, would all. They are just amazing.Seema (with a cunning smile): so what you felt at that moment?Me: i was feeling insecure. I wanted to just want to rip off my cloths and come in that bathroom squeeze those lovely boobs and insert my iron rod in your pussy.Seema: what if i allow you?Listening to this i hardly could trust my ears. I just grabbed Seema and hold her in my arms. Then i kissed her lips. My god, that was lovely. I sucked her lips and drank all the juice from her lips. I started playing with her. After a while, our conversation drifted into the more personal and John opened up about bathhouses as places he would go to have sex. I was fascinated, the more I listened the more I wanted to see what it was all about. When I said I'd like to try it he cautioned me that I might find the whole thing shocking, that only heightened my interest. We were off to a place called "Man's Country."Arriving late, Friday was their busiest night, we were given towels and went off to the locker area. By now.