She jiggled her tits obscenely at each table. A bartender then approached him with a piece of paper. He brought me with him inside after the show into...the girl’s changing rooms.All the girls were sitting there including my mom. I meekly followed him as he approached each girl. All the girls referred to him as ‘Maalik’ too. He went to my mom, she noticed me but didn’t acknowledge me. She was already told, so I guess she was prepared for it.“Ishani, go to private room 4, the guy has paid,” he. The party was at the downtown 4 Seasons Hotel. At first, he had the doorman call a cab. Then he saw a limo. "What about the limo" he asked the doorman. "It's taken, I think. Someone from the party" the doorman said. "Well, the party is a long way from over." Wait here" he told her. She watched as he went to the limo and knocked on the window. The and the driver talked. Then he reached in his pocket and handed something to the driver. "Come on." he called to her.She hurried to the limo. Take me with you wonderful hard cock. I'm cumming."Her abdomen spasmed and her cunt clamped around the stone phallus. Her juices flowed to mingle with those of countless others before her who had also cum here and whose cum, over the years had permeated the statue's stone balls and thighs. Her orgasm was so powerful, it left her breathless and giddy. She wanted to stop, to rest for a while but knew she could not. She had to keep moving. She had to keep chanting. She mustn't stop, not even to. I just don't let on that I am. Most people mistake me for a man and that's fine with me." She adjusted the backpack she had slung over one shoulder as she spoke."Because it keeps you safe?"She nodded."Fair enough. You asked for my help and I'm going to need yours in return. Tell me what you have because my room is wide open. I'm sure someone has called the hotel security by now and the police are on their way." No, your room is safe for the moment, but my calculations only give us five maybe.