As we approach the stairs we notice that one of the rooms that is invitation only is vacant and Mercy call to Bob." Bob, we're going to be using this...room now. Please tell the guests down stairs that we're available to watch if they would like, but strictly no touching, they can wank and have sex themselves if they want ,but no touching Miles or myself"I take Mercy in to my arms and kiss her with passion and intensity, telling her how proud I am of her new found confidence and she confesses. I admit, I could’ve probably done a bit more to encourage her, but I guess I had kind of started to lose interest too.The other day, I’m on the computer and her messenger thing pops up. I guess she left it logged in. I see this message from a guy named Todd, so I couldn’t help but read it. I won’t lie, there was nothing incriminating in there (trust me, I read the whole message archive!). Some guy from the videostore, the assitant manager or something. The message was just them going back and. At this , he came and lifted me so that half of myself was out of window. His one hand was on my boobs and other was covering my hips. I cried with the fear and he pulled me back . I was so afraid and feeling giddiness that I sat on the ground but Bhai Saheb lifted me and put on the bed. When I regained myself,I found him Kissing my boobs. I tried to get out of the bed but he overpowered me and lifted my Dhoti and played with my pussy hole and in one go he removed his underwear put his lund on. I decide to head to the counter. When I get there the middle aged man finally looks up. He’s reading Chaucer’s “The Legend of Good Women”, I know it from British Literature. I thought he was reading some pornography at first. When he sees me, he’s a bit startled.He tells me that I have to be Michele. I nod my head. He picks up the phone and has someone come up to tend the counter. We head to a more private area. There are some things set out on a table. Other than the obvious dildo, I have no.