Her exact words were, ‘All of a sudden last summer, London’s awash with bloody perfect nineteen-year-old blondes from Lithuania, wherever the hell...that is.’ I was trying so hard to look as if I found this a deplorable state of affairs that I almost failed to notice that the words ‘It’s on the Baltic’ were rising to my lips. Just in time I realised that she was not in the market for a geography lesson and I substituted a comment about having seen newspaper stories about human trafficking. ‘Don’t. Door will be open)Flat 104 belonged to Reena and I knew that, but then I asked Malini “Dress code?” She understood what I meant and replied back “Aisa kuch jikso utar ne me zyada samay na lage”.(Wear something that does not take much time to remove)I had a quick wash of my face and cock. I put on a loose T-shirt and Bermuda shorts. I sprayed a deodorant to hide the smell of my sex with Nirmala. Malini was a bitch, literally. She could sniff, smell and tell if I had had sex. I wondered if she. "Yes," I nod, pressing the button labeled 3 on the side of the elevator. "No." I frown and I tilt my head to the side in confusion, "No?" "I'm not sleeping in a different bed if I have the chance to hold you close all night long." "Oh," I whisper, my eyes locking on the floor. "Gracie you should know better," he murmurs, his fingers sliding over my cheek, making me look up into his eyes. "I'm sorry." He shakes his head and his other hand comes up to cup my other cheek, "You are mine, no matter. Sabsey pehle ne aap sab se maafi maangna chahunga kyoki bohat samay se meine koi story nahi likhi aur ab me aapke saamne phir se haazir hu apni nayi story lekar jo ki meri life ki ek sacchi ghatna hai ye ghatna mere saath train me huyi thi iss story me aap padhenge kaise meine ek unknown lady ko black mail karke choda. Sabse pehle me aap sab readers ka thank you kahunga jihno ne meri purani stories padhi aur unhey bohat pasand kiya. Mujhe fb par feedbacks dene ke liye again thanks . If anybody.