No playing, no touching, no release...It was hell but it was good. It's been a long time since I genuinely felt frustrated and desperate for a totally...kinky fuck.Then the evening came round that we were to meet. Phone calls were exchanged. Champagne was chilled. And finally she arrived. The most voluptuous, totally kinky bitch I'd ever talked to who'd never actually done any of the things she fantasised about.I've met newbies before, but they've always done a spot of homework, a bit of. There was virtually no space behind my table; but yet I heard several muffled voices. I turned my head casually to look back, seeing a group of three men sitting close to me in a filthy table.They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band again.With each song, my body danced in time to the music, rocking back and forth in the chair. Many men had come forward, asking for a dance, but I had declined all offers, choosing to just watch and stay. I always wanted to give my virginity to my husband on my wedding night as a wedding gift to him. Since it will be a wedding contract with Aamir and I shall be Aamir's wife under the contract, so I have absolutely no problem in surrendering my virginity to Aamir, as I always liked him.Now it is all up to you girls to go into his tender care and you agreeing to his terms. In case you both don't agree I will not be able to support you after my marriage to Aamir or subsequent marriage to Mr. Deepak. "Where ya going?" the old man yelled gruffly through an open window."Anywhere," she softly muttered. Pulling the bundle in her arms tighter to her chest. "Anywhere but here."She walked up to the rusty green truck door and paused, as though she was trying to decide whether to get in or not."What are ya waiting for?" he said shoving the door open for her, "Get in." She smiled gratefully, her pointed teeth accidentally poking out between her lips. Then she slid into the worn leather seat."So where.