"Hi, I'm Jonas. " I smiled, shook his hand and said "I'm Sandy, nice to meet you. Jonas was dressed casually in a pair of khaki shorts, sneakers and a...blue golf shirt. We made small talk as we drank. Half way through my second drink, the conversation led to flirting. Jonas put his hand on the small of my back, and whispered in my ear, "You have really amazing breasts. Are they real?" I blushed and replied, "Thank you and yes they are." Too bad your married, your incredibly sexy." "You're pretty. Arre tum log to bhig gaye ho chalo mere ghar chalo mein tumhe chai pilata hoon bahut thand hai….Hum log sab uper gaye uske ghar per and woh chai banane laga….. Maine apni girlfriend ko ishara kiya ki isko try karna hai….Pahele toh muh banaya per boli….Mujhe lagta hai maza aayega kabhi kisi mote kale aadmi ka lauda nahin dekha hai…..Picture mein toh african hote hain per kisi indian kale ka lund nahin dekha…..Shaayad maza aaye….Tabhi lalaji aaye aur chai sabke samne rakh di……Tub maine bola lala. The more we talked, the more we drank, and the more I got the feeling that Harlow was waiting to ask her back to my room.Who was I to refuse such a pretty lady?I felt like I had to be dreaming as we made our way to my cheap little room. Even though it was late, the L.A. air was stiflingly hot and the nearby traffic maintained its dull roar. Had I not known, I would have thought it was the drone of the ocean.Once inside, Harlow plopped on my bed, nearly spilling the drink she got "for the road.". As I was talking, he was standing next me rubbing my shoulder. It was very awkward looking straight up at him while I talked, cause he stood very close. While we spoke, he got that creepy smile and nod going again. Then his hand eventually began creeping down my chest. I had a silent gasp this time and froze up again. There was nobody else in this whole building. I felt his hand brush over my breast, and I guess because I had no reaction, he more blatantly touched it, then just.