I was dumfounded and could not believe that this was the servant who will be staying with us and help with the daily work etc. Seema was given my sist...ers room to sleep as my sister got married and went off with her husband. This room was positioned in such a way that it could be entered through the side door connecting my room. I used to watch her as she did her work and would just admire her boobs and legs etc. Slowly I started chatting with her and found that she was married and her husband. Me pass me gaya aur bola ki friend ko nae bologi to kisko bologi. Hichkichate wo boli ki shadi k bad use jo sukh chahiye wo use nae mila.Tab meine use kaha ki agar apko galat na lage to me help kar sakta hu. Usne kaha but agar galti se kisi ko pata chal gaya to wo akeli hai. Uske mom dad nae hai. Sara rishtedar usse jalte hai qki sab garib hai. Uski shadi merchant navy wale se hue hai to use bas paise k liye rishta rakhte hai. Saas ki tabiyat jab kharab hue to koe nae aya. Ab me uske shoulder k. Stretching my muscles, still feeling euphoric but a little hungover from the beers and lovemaking with Kyle the night before, I turned expecting to find him sleeping next to me. An empty bed was all I found. “Fuck no, you have to be k**ding me” was the first words out of my mouth, spoken only to my ears in an empty apartment. Naked, I walked into the living room. My hard cock wanted him just as bad as I wanted to hold him again. Nothing. No one in the bathroom either. He walked out. Though perhaps difficult to explain to someone else, I preferred masturbating to having intercourse. This was not new. Before I had ever met Mara and we began dating (and later when we got married) masturbation was my primary preference for sexual release, instead of intercourse. There were various factors for this. I suppose that the biggest factor had to do with that I had a rather small cock (somewhere just under five inches when erect, and much small than that, when flaccid). Before I met.