“How are you going to pay them, baby?”He looked me deep in the eyes and said, almost in a whisper, “You.”“WHAT!!! What do you mean by that?�...�“Baby, I made arrangements for the guards to visit you in your room tonight for the payment.”“John, I have no money with me to pay them.”“You don’t need money baby, they want your body.”“MY WHAT!!!!! You're pimping me out?”“Baby, you said you will have my back and if you do not do this for me I will be killed in here, Please baby, please, I know I am asking. Then, I brushed my long hair straight and fixed a bunch of jasmine flowers on my long hair. High heels slippers, little makeup, lipstick, etc., added more smartness to me, and when I looked into the mirror, I saw a gorgeous, curvy, slim, sexy girl. But I got dam tired to wait and wait and wait for Kishor to come but started recollecting myself the way I got ready for sex, since my childhood. What an interesting and bumpy innings it was. My parents were staying at Mumbai. My dad died in a car. I couldn't get the thought out of my head and so its no surprise that late one night there I was again making the drive to his house again. Once again I was overcome with tremendous anxiety and fear as I made the 5 minute drive to his house. As usual I had to have purposely driven past his house 3 times before I finally parked in front. I had told him online beforehand that I wanted him to take control and treat me like the boy that I was. The idea of this gruff daddy taking charge of me turned. She decided he was a male and would like his cock played with. She moved down to his rear haunch and knelt on the grass peering under him. She then reached out and gently stroked on his sheath. He turned to look back at her as the head of his cock peeked out and she leaned forward. There was no way she could see getting that in her mouth so she just swirled her tongue around on it, tasting his pungent and earthly favor. He brayed to show his enjoyment and Diana got up and headed back to the.