Knock.I had left the door slightly unhooked so that I could still be seatedwhen he entered. "Come in," I gently spoke. He entered.Before me stood my...co-worker David Clinton. He was dressed in a pair oftan business pants and a black polo shirt. He wore descent polished butobviously older brown business shoes. He had short light brown hair,blue eyes, stood about 5'7" and I would have judged him to be about 125pounds. A scrawny little guy compared to my 6'1" bulky frame. "Hi," hesaid, in a. More or less, I knew to which friends belonged some shoes and just a little look in the locker room.I found the shoes of the girl that I liked the most and I looked at them for a while, then I started to sniff them to feel their wonderful fragrance.I liked it and it was very exciting.Later, of course, I could watch as a friend puts them on and how she walks in these shoes.Later I did it more often before the lessons.Although I have always liked shoes more, in which my friends came to school. In a match, I got kicked somewhere between the tighs and fell down to receive another blow on my face, I was immediately sent to the locker room by myself to find a first aid kit to take care of the rip on my eyebrow. I took of my bloody shirt and put a bandage on the rip. I lied on a bench alone and started jerking off as there was no painkillers in the kit and I knew it could help me forget about the pain. The door suddenly opened without a knock and I saw this boy at the door, I immediately. It happened 2 week ago. She messaged me on my page.She – “Hi”. Me – “Hello…how I can help u”She –“let’s be friend”Me –“ ok…but u should know about me at least that I am a male escort if that fine for u then we can be friends”She –“hmm..ok its fine to me”Me –“so what can I do for u”She –“I am married”Me –“ok…but what u want from me….if want to say something u can say….ok where do u live?”She –“I am from Ahmedabad..actually I have shifted here recently after marriage and new to this place”Me –“if.