“Sure, why not?” I said.My dad shouted, “Karan, come downstairs.”After a moment, a guy of nearly my age came down and joined us.Dad: Samar, me...t Karan, our new tenant.Me: Hi Karan, I am Samar. It is nice to meet you.Karan: Hello, I am Karan.Dad: Where is Ganga? Why didn’t you bring her?Karan: Oh, she is busy washing the clothes, uncle. I’ll keep some oranges for her.We were just having some small talks and there was a heap of orange peel gathered while eating them. My dad told me to throw the. So now I was more of a stable hand than a real rider like the officer's brats who all had their own horses. I didn't really mind that much because at least I still got to brush and groom the sleek skin of my favorite mounts. I know they all liked me because they all perked up whenever I was in the area.I think things started to get out of control when I came home early from school one day because the class was given a half-day to complete their projects for the up-coming science fair. I had. I called my old black lover Jerome and asked him to go with me at Jorge’s home…When we got there, Jorge was surprised to see me hand in hand with a huge black man; after a quick chat with him, I finally convinced my girlfriend’s husband to put on a pair of heels and to get fucked by a huge black dick while it was my turn to watch him being ravaged…Jorge had a little doubt, but finally accepted when he took a closer look at Jerome´s black cock. He went to his bedroom and said he would come back. Her ability to make money astonished him. Most of the profits by his estimates came from everything other than whoring. The girls provided massages, served luxury foods, even crisis counseling.Grace also made sure her doors were open to the townspeople she represented. Though she didn’t like them staying long. They ruined the fancy atmosphere.Criminals had attempted to muscle in on her business by selling the flesh of poor refugee men and women at rock-bottom prices. Some nasty men even.