The room was soon alight with the flickering of candlelight.Eleanor was a woman in her mid-thirties. Her long brown hair was held back by a headband. ...he has always been interested in the works of things like watches and clocks. By the time she was a teenager, she had become an engineer and shortly after that she became an inventor. She was also a woman who knew what she wanted, and after a vast inheritance she became a wealthy woman without a want in the world.She decided that she wouldn’t. I planned to go back to the room later, when the crowd came.To kill time, I went to the television room, where they were playing an X-rated gay video of a black guy fucking a twink. I was laying back on the raised floor, stroking my cock. I was only wearing the towel that was issued to you when you entered. The rest of my clothes were in the locker. There was a couple of other guys around my age of 40, laying on the carpet raised floor, jacking to the movie.People entered and left. One guy. Stop." She begged him, but her resistance came out as a whisper.He looked into her eyes and saw her eyes roll slowly as she moaned one last time, and then lost consciousness. He then grabbed her breast again through her shirt, and squeezed it. He smiled and cannot wait to do the things he wants to her limp, naked body.He cradle-carried her limp body, he stared at her exposed neck. He laid her on her back on the nearby table. He continued unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly. Button by button. He. “Hello Rita, this is Seema. Our newest recruit,” said Mr. Singh addressing a woman in her early twenties in front of a room. She was as tall as Seema but attractive. She had an hourglass figure under the formal dress she was wearing, a round face shining in the hotel’s yellow lighting. Her hair was short and sleek.“Thank you,” replied Rita. “See you later, Mr. Singh.”Mr. Singh bowed and walked away leaving Seema with Rita who was smiling at her.“Follow me.”They walked into the closest room..