On his return to Hyderabad he called my sister and they arranged to meet the next day. My sister was thrilled to be again sucking Raghu’s cock and g...tting fucked. She got ready for the meeting by shaving her cunt and armpits and dressing herself in a red backless blouse and and saree , she did not wear any panties or bra , she put jasmine flowers in her hair and perfume and got ready for Raghu . Raghu came at about 11 am, he brought some sweets and fruits. The moment they met they embraced each. Mel was supposed to be hating this. Mandy panicked for a moment, it just wouldn’t be the same if Mel were to service her consensually, she had to start making her hate what was happening to her again. She panicked and viciously slapped Mel across the face as she knelt before her willingly ready to start her submission to her. It was nothing but a dirty cheap shot on an unsuspecting victim. Not ready for this sudden act of violence, Mel had let her senses down and crashed heavily to the floor. How would I handle such rejection? I mean, we still had legitimate business interactions, and could they continue? For me, yes, I felt almost certain, but for her? Finally, FINALLY, she drove up and jumped out of her car, huffing and puffing. Work related delay, dead battery on cell phone. Whew!What did she wear? I don't remember. We ate; I don't remember what. We spoke of various things; I don't remember about what. Did I hold her hand? I don't remember, but I kind of doubt it. I do remember. Her dress was a mess with one strap broken, which she held up to cover her tits. JM seemed to know the doorman and nodded to him and he accompanied her to the elevator.In that highly aroused, drunk and yet embarrassed state, JM knew Thai women were very vulnerable and submissive. He had dropped women to their husbands before and knew all the doormen, like he knew the van driver who worked the night before. They worked for him and got their little rewards at the end of the night – a little taste.