He’d spoken in Urdu, which I was fluent in. I liked Bilal, liked that he was fresh-faced and untouched by the difficulties of life in the east. He c...me from a privileged background and instead of going to college, he’d stolen the funds to open up his humble store. His father had wanted him to become an engineer, but Bilal hated numbers. He’d left Islamabad, a six to seven-hour drive north, to hide away in the streets of Old Lahore.We were in Pakistan, the world’s sixth-most populous country.. This one is a good one. You won’t believe how this thing ends..As you know, I am a working girl. That is a nice name for a hooker. I am a very wealthy lady, but I am tired of men having sex with me for my money. Instead, I have decided to have sex with men and charge them money! Oh, the irony of life.I haven’t talked about it, but I have been married. I’m not sure the son of a bitch is worth talking about, but I have to for this adventure. You see, I had an encounter with his best friend. Let. All I did was yelp in pleasure, keeping one hand on his cock and the other on his muscular chest as I smiled up at him.Now he knew he could take me even further, he wasted no time, grabbing the waistband of both my boxers and my track pants and sliding them down in one quick motion. I helped him along the way, kicking them down my legs and towards the TV until I was slouched naked on his couch, leaning down into his leg as I stroked his cock. Any kind of nerves had left my body by now.All I. ..uh...I could take care of that foryou if you wanted me to. I've told you that you're the sexiest guy I'veever known. If it isn't too weird for you I would love to be the one whoshowed you how great man to man sex can be. I understand if it is just toweird for you. I hope it isn't. Cause I really want to be with you thatway Hank. I always have." Can I think about this a little Drew....it's a big step for me...and Idon't want to screw things up between you and me, most of all. Why.