I had no choice but to pick it up.To my shock Dhanwarlal had his pants down and stroking his dick. I couldn’t help but glance at it for a while. ‘...ou like it huh? Now carry on’ he said.‘What do you mean?’ I replied with fear.‘Go on, take a bath, I want to witness the sexy event’ he said with assertion.‘No way, you pervert, I have suffered enough’ I almost cried.‘Well I can always share your photo shoot with my friends and your ex bf’ he replied.Suddenly a thousand outcomes flooded my mind.. I even used scented candles and brought the radio into the bathroom. I shaved my legs and I think they'd never been smoother. I was rubbing lotion on my legs and looked into the bathroom mirror and caught the reflection of my naked body. Mesmerized, I squirted a bit of lotion onto my fingers. I watched myself in the mirror as I slowly rubbed the lotion onto my breasts. My nipples were screaming for attention so I put a bit of lotion on them and then twisted and pulled on them. I thought of. "Yes ma'am that will be $300 per night," the not very American looking man said to me. He actually looked a little like a middle eastern gentleman. I could feel my skin crawl a little. Screw him I thought. I decided to pay with cash, since I expected that he would doubt my credit card was for real. Cash usually worked well. The little clutch bag I carried at night, since we found the murder victim in the deserted factory, contained a money clip with very close to a thousand hundred dollars.Even. Her body bucked beneath me to ravage the velvet steel of the shaft she wanted ever more of. Five inches and then six filled her with the tempo of lust and I felt the barrier of her cervical muscle block my path and watched as she winced in pain, it seemed the pain was as delicious as when her hymen had ruptured, she wanted more and thrust against me to get it. Each thrust now took me fully from her channel and then deep inside to the tight muscle that seemed to not yield to the invasion of my.