I was used to finding one or two tartspassed out beside me, clothes torn, bite marks on their fleshy bitscoincidentally identical to my dental records... and I was more than alittle disappointed.It wasn't my breasts that reminded me of what had happened, but my smell.I was rank and it was girl rank rather than guy rank.It came back to me then, all of it.I was in a glass prison cell, or something that passed for glass.In the next chamber I saw a blonde that I assumed was Jess, and beyondthat I. He wanted me to trawl as muchinformation as I could. I was going to have a rehearsal session withDolores and Maggie that afternoon.It was a quiet day at the shop. I had the chance to spend some time withCarol. She is a really sweet person. She is caring and funny. She was abit nervous because she had seen the doctor, as arranged by Mary, and hehad given her a right lecture about self medicating. He had taken lots ofsamples and she was to see him again on Wednesday. He had given her. I felt totally impressed and saw a few guys chatting with her. I tried to chat with her like the others and she replied to me saying she would love to have a private session where she could show me her assets. (She kept chatting fluently in Hindi but I am translating them for you guys). So, we had a chat like what follows in the private chat.Me: Hello, nice to meet you.Z: Hi, baby. How are you?Me: I am good. I saw your video. You look sexy.Z: Haha, don’t tease me. I know that I am a bit fat.Me:. You slide your hand in between my legs and caress my pussy through my panties. You remove your hand and push your pants-covered erection against my pussy. You release my hands on the wall and push me over lower. I hear you unzip your pants and take your cock out. You move my panties to the side and run your fingers down my dripping slit. You dip your fingers into my juices and then bring your fingers to my mouth. I suck your fingers into my mouth and swirl my tongue around them. I hear you.