After a while, we saw a few slum houses next to each other. The houses are fenced. Polythene sheet is installed on the roof to block rainwater and sun... The doors are made of tin.Karim said, “Madam, don’t worry. There is no one in this place at the moment. Everyone has gone out to beg. They will not return before evening.”Karim’s hut is very small. 10 ×10 feet. A stove, some pots, and a place to keep water are in one corner of the room. There is no bed but a mattress on the floor – a dirty. I was smoking a cigarette as I did my answers and questions for the interviewers, sitting in a director’s chair nude, waiting for my cue to enter the set. I began to finger my pussy and pull on my nipples as the time approached, getting wet for my record breaking, extreme fetish film. The director rang a buzzer for the set to clear and quiet down and I deeply inhaled my last puff before I put out my cig and sauntered across the way, teasing the guys while I blew out my smoke and played with my. .." Alan . I know this short notice but will you stay for dinner...." She looked down " and the night or weekend if you like " I took her hand and gave it a squeeze " I'd love to if that's what you want and it won't upset your daughter" " I would like that very much .... And don't worry about my daughter I already know she is going to like you a lot that I can guarantee" she looked me over once more pondering something over " humm maybe like you a little to much intact " she laughed " drive on. “Ooh!” I moaned. “What’s going on? Do you need some help?” she chirruped. “No. I know what I’m doing,” I said after a short hesitation. I reached out for her ankle and caressed it, at first shyly, then more confidently. She didn’t move, nor did she say anything, as if she wanted to encourage me. My hand moved up and started to massage her calf. I didn’t know what exactly I was about to do, but I was highly excited. When I placed my hand over her knee, she clicked the pen a couple of times,.