Normally, Gabrielle wouldn't be worried by something like that, but the taxi she was in would have to pass through it and she was concerned for the sa...ety of Ajit, her Chief Farm Manager. Would they notice that he was Pakistani?"Relax," said Ghazi who was also accompanying her. "Things might be getting heated over there in the Kashmir, but these guys aren't about to be lynching anyone. Look at them. They're a mixture of Muslims and Hindus. It's the war they're complaining about: not one side of. ”After a drive of about a mile, Dani pulled in to the lot and they went inside and found a quiet, small round high-table in the bar. Dani took charge when the waiter approached.“Hi, there. Can you bring a big plate of loaded nachos, and I’ll have a Kahlua and Cream. Doug, what do you want to drink?”“How about a Mojito?”The waiter left as Dani also took charge of the conversation.“Mojito, huh? Did you know that was Hemmingway’s favorite drink?”“Now, Dani. How would you know that?”Dani chuckled.. Something big. A machine of some sort. He put it at the foot of the bed. I feel him fingering my pussy, a mess from his Popsicle. Lube. Warm lube. Two fingers; finger fucking me slowly. Then he stops. He shows me a dildo, black and shaped like a huge cock. It had to be 10” long and twice as thick as any cock I had actually had in me. He offers me a lick. I try to spit at him, but can’t muster any saliva. He is back to fingering me, using two and then three fingers and plenty of lube. My body. ”“Maybe we are. Maybe everything we discuss comes back to that question.”“That’s not right. Me being naked has nothing to do with…” He interrupted her again.“It doesn’t, perhaps. But maybe it does. And you’ll just have to believe me on this. You’ll need to trust me and have faith.”“That’s in short supply in my bedroom, you know. Did I tell you how long?”“Yes. And that’s between you and him. But it’s not between you and me. He’ll be asleep, remember? So what does or does not happen with him,.