I asked her to sit on the bed near me and speak.Megha: I will tell you a story. You have all the right to be angry with me. I will ask you to take wha...tever decision you have to immediately. I have been keeping this secret in my mind for a long time. It’s always killing me not to tell you about this”Me: Please tell me what’s going on in your mind. I will tell you about my decision.Below is the story as narrated by Megha:I was in my degree college. I was a sincere girl and hardly used to speak. “I suppose this all comes down to how much you trust Col and Frau Schmidt. This is the sort of family secret that could make my professional involvement in this community very difficult if it got out. Can you be sure that Col won’t talk about this – even inadvertently at school or with his other friends?”“If I tell him not to, I know I can trust him.”“What about Mutti Frida – will she talk about it to her friends?”“No.”My mother gave me a penetrating look. “You seem very sure of yourself about. "No son, I couldn't live with such an arrangement. But son, you're not as much of a man as I am. You have to realize that." My father's response to my question were a slap in the face, even if they were true."Yes Carl, you just don't have it in you to be a real man like your father. Therefore, you have to be what you can and to hold onto your wife the best way you can. If that means getting help from real men, then it's only logical for you to do that, especially if you love and want to stay in. "Once they got to the room, Jack slipped out of his shirt before wrapping his arms around Tia. As they kissed, Jack opened the zipper at the side of the corset. He pulled away momentarily to let it fall to the ground. All Tia had left were her thigh high black stocking and matching panties. His cock had not yet recovered from earlier, but he could feel it stir at the site before him.He took both breasts in his hands. They felt wonderfully heavy. Her hardened nipples were too much to ignore..