"Are you sure. You look like you're working." I'm not." Art knew what danger he was in. If either Doyle or Marcusfigured out what he was they wouldn't...hesitate to end him. He knew heshould run.He knew he should be terrified. He knew he should be offendedby the idea that he was a prostitute, but he wasn't. Inside Art's heartwas fluttering. They thought he was a girl. They didn't recognise himand they thought he was a girl. It had worked. He was passing."Look, I don't care if you're not working.. Raghu smiled at her and said nameste bhabi. I told him fucking bastard catch those boobs and press them, squeeze her bottom, instead of greeting her. She wants lund not greetings. I asked her to start teasing him with bad words. She raised her mini skirt and showed her panty, and said who wants to suck my pussy. Raghu immediately bent down and started licking her pussy and I took out my dick and pushed it in her mouth. I brought her to the sofa, as she was licking my cock I asked Raghu to fuck. You may return tomorrow night if you want... and don't forget you'll need another credit transfer..." What!?" Melissa fairly exploded. "That's it? For 10,000 credits that's all I get?"Angrily standing, Colin grasped the woman round the throat and started to squeeze. "No, you stupid whore, you also get a lesson in manners." Excreting his strength, Colin lifted the hapless woman clean off the floor, her feet kicking the air uselessly. "Learn to answer me correctly and you'll be another step. His last vision before the satin blindfold was her protruding nipples pressing against the thin shimmering silver cloth, wrapping her body like a secondary skin. He had no idea how many hours has since passed and even unsure how many more hours before his isolation will come to an end. The aircon was set to 18 degrees, cool enough to fill up his bladder but not enough to douse the frustration within. The faint sound of the main door opening brought shook TK from his intermittent nap. He was.