. are you a.. you know. Virgin?” She had asked.Grace had nodded in reply.“Oh wow really?”“Are you?” Grace asked back.The girl nodded shyly. ...he didn't strike Grace as the type to sleep around.“Some boy. I thought he loved me. He just wanted to use my cunt,” she had spat, angrily. Then her mood changed.“So you're a virgin? I don't believe it you're so pretty.”“Well I am. No boy has managed to get inside me,” Grace had replied, having a sudden flashback at her near-rape event. “I don't believe. This incident happened a few days ago.I had flown to Delhi on Friday and we were supposed to meet after 4 months of the interval, so it was a much awaited moment for both of us. We met each other and left the hotel. As soon as we checked into our room I threw my bag pack and hugged her from behind, slowly touching her navel and moving my hands on her stomach. Then slowly kissed her neck and was breathing softly around. My breath was sending shivers through her body. Then slowly turned her. I had been told a little about the client but the description didn't match reality. She was a rather stern-laced lady from London with her hair swept back and combed hard almost dominatrix style. She also wore a very tight, tailored, female version of a business suit. From her demeanour and her appearence it was obvious that she was a dominant (if not butch) dyke. A real lesbian with no time for men.Ah..she said you must be Jane? When I said yes, she ran her eyes up and down me. Can you twirl. I try to shimmer my dress down but you make sure it stays up around my waist. I can feel the cool air on my lower body as you walk me down a carpeted corridor, and I don’t know if anyone can see. As we walk further down the corridor your hand moves lower and lower, so that by the time we stop your hand is resting on my bare arse. I hear you open a door and you make me move forwards by slapping my arse. I move slowly into the room and hear you close the door behind you, still holding my arms.