I put on my glasses and notice that what at first appeared to be just a plain grey tattoo was actually extraordinary fine lettering and scrollwork lik... I had seen on the object, almost like a henna tattoo but much finer. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I pondered the circumstances and was wondering what to do and if I should stop by a hospital, when I remembered my plan of going to play some backgammon at the old bazaar stall. Thinking further, I wanted to question the old man about this. The manageress served us, she knew what we wanted as we go in there so often. She wasn't working this day but had popped in to see some of the other staff about business. As we sat down she came across to talk.Her name was Helga, she was Slovakian,25, 5' 5" around 12 stone, bleached blonde hair and very pretty. She was talking about this and that and we asked her if she had a boyfriend, she answered that she did but he was still in Slovakia. We left and went to do some shopping, as we left a. My eyes were darkand smoky with a little bit of glitter on my eyes and brows.Pretty/slutty. I cannot fucking believe I used to wear jeans and flats.What the fuck was I thinking?Kevin was pretty hooked from the get go. We made small talk for awhile. I think he was nervous, me being a tgirl and all. He claimed hehad been with a shemale before, but I'm not buying that. Eventually thewine was gone and he asked if he could kiss me. I said yes and he gaveme a long drawn out French kiss as I let. .“Ravi”… called Arti aunty, “Are you enjoying it?” Her voice hissed from another side of the bed in the dim room. Ravi could only hear but couldn’t reply as his voice was muffled into the deep crease of Bula’s wide butt. Arti aunty was sitting beside him at the middle of the bench. She looked with lusty eyes how Ravi’s face is stuck between Bula’s plump buttocks. With her full weight she sat down on his face, his entire head was practically swallowed up by her mighty butt cheeks. A sadistic.