Her cheeks reddened and she looked away instinctively. ‘Look at me’ He said. His face looked all the more overwhelming as she complied, looking up...into his eyes. He looked…like someone in love. She leaned into his ear and moaned. She moaned loudly. She slid down a little further, and she felt like he actually penetrated her, through the fabric. She grabbed onto his neck and, balancing on her tip-toes, began to move up and down over his package. He moved his hips ever so slightly as he rubbed. “Aahhhhh aahhhhh uncle including aur jorse aahhhh aahhhhh… Chooddoooo isss raanndddii koo aahhhhhhh…”Aaj bhi vo dopahar mujhe sachi tarah yaad hai… Bahot maaza aayi thi…Fir maine uncle se kaha “Rukiye mujhe apke lund k upar baithna hai..” unhone fatak se lund 1sec mai bahar nikal diya… Maine jorse “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” kiyaaaaa…Vo niche let gaye. Mai unke upar baith k uchalne lagii… Unka lund mere chut k andar baith chuka tha… Mujhe bahot mast aur achhhaa lag raha tha….Mai upar niche. A dull throbbing on the back of my head marked a spot where I had received a hard blow. Who hit me? Why did they? Where did this happen? And, where am I? All answers to my questions eluded my frazzled mind. I understood I was a prisoner. How I knew this, I cannot explain with words. You see, at this point, I had yet to open my eyes.My eyes fluttered open, and the darkness in the room neared that in my mind. I could see soft light, falling from some pinhole high above, bathing a foot-wide circle. " HER WORDS! I know some will call that "splitting hairs," but she was known as a Hostess, and/or a Call Girl in her time at the hotel. At the hotel, she was called upon to use a measure of seduction, to entice her clients, or guests. Bags, bitches, and slobs were invited to leave upon discovery. Appearance and courtesy were enforced by the Mama-san, or one of her 4 sons. Patrons were to be welcomed by any of the ladies who spotted them coming in the door, greeted like friends, and their wishes.