My friends don’t know what I do for a living. They do know I work from home, and assume I do some form of computer work. I tell them it’s a boring...job, and nothing to much talk about. It seems to satisfy them enough not to press on about it, which makes me happy. I am not ashamed of what I do; I just don’t want to mix business with pleasure, unless it’s with AJ. He’s the only exception to this rule. The club is packed, and we do a lot of dancing and dealing with horny club guys wanting to get. The watchman insists on a cup of tea and I am made to sit in between man 1 and man 2 on the bed. Akram takes a stool and sits in front. Small talk begins regarding construction etc. I started smelling lust in the air. All these four men were of heavy built, dark shave and hairy animals. While sitting my half pants went up to the thighs and my white creamy thighs were somewhat visible now. Akram was gazing at my flesh. Man 1 on the left started off with the lusty talk in rough URDU language “you. First, came the bread, and then the thinly sliced lamb that they had brought in abundance. She remembered looking for some ham in the grocery bags last night, but could find none. It was then she recalled reading about the black Muslim movement among the ghetto negroes; of course, they did not eat ham, instead they followed the Moslem religion of the Arabs and made their staple food, lamb. This fit so well with the many other puzzling factors about them that she still didn't understand. .. examining gaze. Like she was trying to size Ayla up. After a moment that felt like an eternity, Ashley spoke again. "Fine. But we have some guests here the next few days as well. You'll have to take all of them as well. Ok?"Ayla nodded "Yeah, whatever, let's do it."Ashley had an almost concerned look in her eyes "You realize that's like 50 guys right? Maybe 60?" You're the ones who made the rule..." Ayla responded. She couldn't believe how calm her voice was. She had been so nervous before,.