“What the hell?” I thought. “What kind of tradition is this to take someone’s clothes off when they’re visiting?”When I protested, in very...poor English she said, “You do this. Enjoy.” So I decided just to see where this went and I was soon down to my boxers. Then she stepped back and the kimono-like garment she was wearing slipped off her so quickly I didn’t see how she had released it. Standing in front of me was a slim, naked, young woman with firm breasts and a patch of black hair at her. She releases a soft moan as I continue, gently biting and sucking one nipple while rubbing the other. At the same moment, Katie can feel my other hand slipping underneath her panties, moving down to the very edge of her pussy and beginning to rub. As one of her hands is still on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her breast, she moves the other down into her panties, placing it on top of my hand and guiding mine down against her pussy, inciting me to keep rubbing as she pushes my hand. " I'm not stupid, Ankita," she said. "You probably intend to call out but ask yourself this. Do you think the police will believe you in that body when you say you're Allan Robertson? Then, they'll want to know who you are and you have no identification, no proof and no money. I'd be very careful or you could end up in gaol."She was right, I had no choice. "I understand," I said coldly in that strange voice and I followed her into the lane where a black car was waiting, motor idling. I sat in. I looked up, and instantly an alarm was going off in my head, like one of those damn amber alerts that suddenly comes over your cell phone at the wrong time without warning.Let me explain.Larry and I have an after-game ritual. First, he'll come over and hand me a bottled sports drink. Then, I'll stand and take the drink in one hand; he gives me the big-bro handshake with the other. So first, our hands make a loud clapping sound as they smack together, then we pull each other in for the big-bro.