He had been watching me, inspecting me as I looked around his room. I chewed on my lower lip nervously. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t sure if ... wanted to give into him. I knew I could get hurt. As if reading my mind he spoke up. “You’re not going to be just some one-night-stand, Jasmine,” he said staring down at me as his hand brushed against my cheek again and I instinctively leaned into it. “Why do you think I rarely go out on dates?” he asked, it sounded rhetorical so I didn’t answer.. She was ‘saved’. She was without her child, and she looked as if she were walking on broken light bulbs. Her eyes were sunken and dark, and she would jump when someone spoke aloud. She had been a friend of mine, so I approached her and said hello. She looked at me, and her eyes reminded me of a dog that was close to death. There was a blind, thoughtless glare in her eyes, like an animal dying by the roadside. All cognitive thought seemed to be gone. She had clearly been traumatized. Pardon me. He extended his hand to her bare knee -- and slowly started to palm the thigh. "Aaah...." she moaned, the fingers were doing the magic. Just then the phone rang. It was her mobile. "Aaami -- aashbo -- tumi kothai?" she was talking to somebody in her native language. "Who was it" he enquired.The hand has reached the pussy and were treading slowly into the inner folds of her ravaged pussy. It was already juicing. Ready for another round. " Did you clean up after last night's mild fuck" he was. I am very choosy when it comes to finding a partner to satisfy my sexual needs. I was satisfied but never felt pleasure, which has been haunting deep inside me for some time. I wanted to feel pleasure, have multiple orgasms at least once. I have never ever written anything like this before and may not write again.One day I was surfing the net randomly and came across an advertisement, where he had mentioned feeling special. The reviews on his website triggered me to send a message on WhatsApp.