Faheed loves it when the girls react for him. Sometimes the incense takes that away.” His smile was evil and leering.“Pull down your pants for me,...girl,” he ordered her and she nodded, obeying his command. She wiggled out of her yoga pants, removing them completely. “Now your panties,” he commanded. She slipped them down her sleek thighs and stepped out of them. Her body now standing naked in front of this strange Middle Eastern shopkeeper she found she couldn't say no to.She stood there, naked. "Jeeze!" It was a middle-aged man and he was naked. But that wasn't what attracted Claire's attention. What made her stair was the stiff erection that he was sporting. His dick wasn't huge or anything but it looked fully erect and almost alive.Claire had seen cases like this before. Sometimes at the moment of death a man will get an erection and it might stay that way. When something like that happened to a client and there was going to be a showing, whoever was doing the prep work would either. Lying nude and burning with desire to play with santosh’s cock and to get fucked by him, I kept on thinking that if I miss this chance, I would never get such a golden chance again. So, I decided to do or die.CHAPTER 3After about 20 minutes, thinking that santosh must have slept, I got up from the bed and came to drawing room. Santosh was sleeping on his back, both legs parted a little. I went to kitchen and poured some oil in a bowl, took it with me, and came back near santosh. I kept the bowl. In retrospect, it was my very first tribute, but I was not exactly sure what had happened and completely unprepared for the meager mess I made. Over the next few days--once I found a technique that worked for me--I was completely hooked on beating off. Tissue boxes around my house emptied quicker than ever.I did not have many opportunities to explore my sexuality and my general shyness and social ineptitude ensured that I did not capitalize on my few early chances. Sad but true, I did not.