We never exchanged photos till now. Then later one day she asked me to wait at Indiranagar KFC signal at 10 in the morning as it’s the time when she...��s alone at home. I reached the place at 9:45 and was waiting near the metro station. She texted me on hangouts that she’s near the metro station too and she’s in a black Honda city. I saw the car and I went near the car and opened the door. Omg, what I saw was an angel and I was spellbound. I sat next to her. She was in a red saree. Long hair, fair. I did have three dollars left in my pocket, but that was strictly for emergencies, not for luxuries like coffees at the Rooster.“If you can afford it,” I said.“No problem big guy. I’m fucking rich. I could help make you rich too if you’d let me. But you’d have to have half a brain to allow me to do something that big for you, oh, and a helluva lot less false pride,” he said.Trading barbs like we were kind of reminded me of earlier times before all of the betrayals and lies and hurt.“Yeah, well. The two men, intent on her pleasure, both lowered their mouths once more to her aching breasts, but this time they both went for the same nipple. Whether by accident or design, their lips touched. They kissed, nervously at first, and than harder, as lust lead them on. Lisa raised herself on her elbows and watched, as Matt and Harry kissed with the same passion and abandon they had kissed her. Their hands still toyed with her, but now they also toyed with each other. Breathlessly, they pulled. Casually, I reached forward for an orange and began to peel, all the while teasing them with my feet; scrunching the soles and rubbing my toes softly against each other, as if I were massaging one foot with the other. And unlike Chris, I knew that it was more than likely that both these voyeurs had no such fetish for feet, that even a nonsexual part of my body was getting them worked up. They couldn’t keep their eyes away, both paying more attention to me than the game. It was exhilarating!My.