To cut it short, what he said amounted to this: there was a woman who was running her own business of lingerie and ladies undergarments. She would “...mport” lingerie thru her “connections” in Customs (which meant bringing back bags full of the stuff from Thailand) and sell it here at a premium price, in Karachi, from an outlet situated inside her own home.Imported lingerie being in high demand amongst ladies in the posh, high-income segments, she had been doing reasonably well, and now wanted to. Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … Shit, that’s great now put the other fucker up my ass!” I thought, “What the hell is going on here!” … I approached the tent, and through a gap I could see a woman spread-eagled on top of the car’s bonnet, her hands and feet tied to the car … she was squirming and gyrating as two naked guy’s were shoving what seemed like a shotgun up her pussy and her asshole … she shouted out “Right you two horny fuckers, I wann’a feel both barrels up my cunt, but first I wanna watch you. Uhne hum dono ko dekh kar ek ajeeb se smile de. Fhir meine bol aunty batao apko kya chahiya. Unhone bol ki vo toh tum mujhe jaroor doge lakin abhi toh bass pani ki bottle de do. Unhe pani deta same unhone mera haat ko feel karne ki kosish ki aur mujhe bhi maja araha tha aur last mei jaye hoa mujhe seducive smile deti gayi.Jaise vo gayi mei wapis garima ki body feel karne gaya lakin usne bol ki raat ko terrace pe. Mera se ruka nahi jaa raha tha. Lakin bhagwqn ka kuch qur hie plan tha. Dupqhar ko. Where?”Sam took out a business card and circled her cell phone number on it, then handed the card to Cheri.“When you get off, call this number and we’ll make a plan then, OK?”“Great!” Cheri replied, smiling.Samantha squirmed in her chair. She wanted to ravish the young waitress. The urge to fuck her right then and there was almost overpowering.Cheri felt the same urges. She wanted to be naked with Samantha – no “wanted” is much too mild a term for what Cheri was thinking. She desperately needed.