.."I see you have made your mind, you look great." The man walked across the floor leaving the briefcase on the table. The man was standing in front o... Sara. He raised his hand and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "You are so beautiful." T.. thanks.." Sara managed finally. She was almost paralysed from anxiety and fear, and strangely, anticipation... She looked up and saw the man smiling at her... His finger brushing her hair felt strangely calming, and she sighed quietly. Sara's gaze. I felt his hot cum forcing its way inside me and came at the same time. He finished and dropped, exhausted, on to the sofa. I lay there trying to catch my breath. I threw my arms around him as he lay there. "That was incredible." I whispered. He huffed and puffed in my ear. "I agree." He managed to say. "I've never had a woman as orgasmic as you." He got up, his cock limp and still dripping, and walked to a closet. He threw me a towel. "Would you please stay the night?" he asked. I nodded. It. He sported a wispy moustache and a straggling goatee. He looked at me with his piggish eyes. He had a round face and an oily complexion. I could see that he was irked by my jeans, khaki shirt and the Nike Trainers on my feet. These were the clothes I had bought in Madras and I hadn't bothered to buy new clothes. I suppose five years in the altogether in the company of Odali had made me less than fashion conscious. I carried only hand luggage, a small back pack in which I had a change of. After buttoning them up he came over to check the fit. He rubbed my shoulders and back, then down my chest to my stomach. He said it looked good, then he ran his hand down the back of the pants and legs. When he came back up he ran up the inside of my legs. He reached my crotch and rubbed. He asked how they felt, I said they feel good. Rubbing my crotch he asked how about here, I said it felt funny. How he asked, I said when he rubbed there my dick started getting hard and it felt tight. Well,.