His smile gets wider.‘Oh. So I’m about to fuck a virgin.’He touches my sex and I start to flinch away from him,but he grabs my leg w...ith his other arm.‘But look,’ he says, ‘you’re already all wet. You likethis, don’t you, Tess?’I refuse to look at him.‘I think you are a slut at heart, don’t you agree?Aren’t you going to answer me, slut?’‘I don’t know what you want me to say.’‘Have you ever. With a few days left I met this sexy man on the dance floor, let’s face it white guys just can't dance like a black man. He kept eying me and later approached offer to buy me a drink. He asked me to dance and I accepted. I was never attracted to black men, but was turned on by the way he danced. He was forward with me and after a couple songs was grinding his crotch into my bum. He was packing something in his pants larger than I have ever felt. I was nervous about what my friends were. Maybe he had accidently gotten hard wrestling a guy before, himself. It happens to guys that age. I could hope that he chalked it up to something like that. Yeah, right. I groaned quietly, thinking that once my dick shriveled completely, I'd slink away to my room and decide whether not committing suicide was even an option.The more I contemplated the demise of my reputation, the quicker my dick got soft. Satisfied that I'd gotten soft enough, I sat up, thinking that the time for slinking away. My goodness she was normal. I told about my interview in Hyderabad and I don’t have anyone except Madhan here and I innocently asked where Madhan is. I wanted to ask Madhan to accommodate me to stay here till tomorrow. I put my request nicely.She liked my innocence and told me to sit in the sofa then she went to her room and came with her mobile when she goes to her room I didn’t miss the chance to see her big butts hanging from her lean hip. I amazed about her structure and shape of her whole.