“I didn’t listen to it all that often, but I recognized the station identification they used. One of them is calling me, breathing in my ear and t...hen hanging up.”He nodded. “What are you gonna do?” he asked.“Not sure,” I admitted. “Maybe nothing, maybe call them out. How they found me at work, I don’t know.”“I don’t know about work, but Mom knows our home number. She might have given it to them or they might have gotten it from the caller ID.”I sighed. “Well, I’m gonna be leaving my job. Below I heard a sharp hiss and Steph joined in the screaming. “This dirty little pig is squirting again!.. Squirting her hot pussy soup into my face… aaaargh!” The rest was drowned by unarticulated sounds when she was coming, too.Constance was still busy with her first, admittedly supported anal orgasm when I started fucking her. She had just calmed down a bit but became again louder and more intense by the second when my dick started ploughing though her intestines. Her butt was tight but. I automatically reached up to undo his jeans, eager to get his cock into my mouth. Suddenly his hand in my hair twisted from a gentle pull into a powerful grip and he pushed me back on the ground. I cried out, mostly in surprise, and he stepped back away from me.“Did I tell you-you could have my cock?” Adam asked.“No sir,” I shook my head.“Have you earned the right to suck my cock?” he continued, his voice low.“No sir,” I said. I hesitated. “But wouldn’t you like—“I didn’t finish my sentence. He was wearing a nice looking suit with nice neck-tie. I was impressed by him. Neetu’s sasur ( I will address him as FIL in the story now onward) introduced me to that man. He was a principal in the city college. I shook hand with him. We exchanged pleasantries , he kept holding my hand, I could feel pressure of his hand. . I tried to pull hand away but now he put another hand also on my hand. He looked into my eyes and said , “Manju you are much more attractive and sexy than what this FIL told.