We went to Walking Street as Priya was curious to see hookers and strip clubs. We went to one of the pubs which played loud music and had pool tables....She was an amateur at it, while I am no Geet Sethi but I rate myself as one of the cream players in South Mumbai.Certainly those made her want me to help her sum strokes and the only way to do so was by standing behind and holding the stick around her. While we had the table booked for ourselves and were leisurely playing, we noticed two Thai. Smiling adoringly up at him she spoke teasingly."Hey sugar, I'm just going to get me another drink. I won't be long." She said and gently kissed him on the cheek.To her surprise, Tommy didn't move at all, or flinch or seem flustered in any way at all. He just simply turned to her and smiled, and she felt his big hand fall down onto her ass and squeeze hard. She looked at him thinking perhaps her eyes were like teacups now."Tell ya what sexy, I'll go n' get ya another." He said and with another. She immediately panics, unable to stop herself from screaming and trying to get away. He puts it up to her throat as he says “shhhhh”, and slides his other hand over her mouth. by then she knows that’s the best thing to do having her throat slit is one of her worst fears…did he know this? he takes advantage of having her there, in such a vulnerable position. his hands were all over her body. She couldn’t believe what was happening. With one swift move, he turned her around and hit her almost. Miranda sat back down, but lifted her hips. Her fingers disappeared under her skirt and I saw the motions indicating she was taking off her underwear."Give it to me!", I told her when she appeared to be finished. "Over the table!"It wasn't rush hour in the restaurant, but the fact it was on a busy highway and that Miranda was wearing a very see through top made sure that there were several sets of eyes focused on us at any given time.She gave me her panties, a thong, which I put in my jacket.