She was in a room somewhere in the court house. Where she had worked for the last 5 years.tSlowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had go...ten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed in the room. She looked at the massage table in the corner. The colors of the room were. The old man’s eyes lit up and he ushered them to a booth. He called out to the kitchen and a woman of about the same vintage came out and chattered back and forth between the man and Molly. They both bowed then disappeared into the kitchen. ‘You speak Chinese?’ Jordan asked incredulously. Molly blushed. ‘That was Cantonese, but I speak Mandarin too.’ ‘How many languages do you speak Molly?’ She blushed again, ‘Eight fluently.’ Jordan laughed, ‘No seriously, be honest.’ ‘I am being honest. She started giggling because she felt tickled when he kissed and licked her thighs he then proceeded to her pubic region as he reached there and was about to kiss her cunt he realized that she was still wearing her panties. She laughed loudly when she saw a surprised look on his face. She then lifted her buttocks and slipped the panties down and then guided his head to her pussy. He willingly and eagerly started licking her pussy. He then parted her pussy lips with his fingers and put his. She was making small talk with others at the table. She was also slyly trying to peek glances at both Rahul and Lekha. By now, one thing was very clear to her. These guys were the masters of being secretive.There wasn’t even a hint of anything for someone to assume anything might have transpired. She was finishing this thought when she felt a foot brush her ankle. She was about to ignore it as an innocent accident when it happened again.The sensation of the cold feet against her warm skin was.