There is no city in the world that can be compared to Mumbai. Mumbai does not offer you peace, abundance of space, privacy, money to the satisfaction ...nd time. But it does guarantee you work to sustain, space just enough to survive and most important friends. Mumbai is like an addiction. It offers you an opportunity which just around the corner and ensure you don’t have to quit. My day usually began early. The daily grind was to go from one tv studio to another, meeting casting directors,. I fucked as she wet my fingers. I spanked her ass, kissed her and rubbed my wet fingers on her asshole. Ramla was shocked when I pushed in the fingers. She shook but she was in my tight hug.I wildly fucked her sexy village pussy, fingered her tight ass and exchanged saliva all the while holding her waist tightly. Soon, the married village woman gave into her lust and enjoyed my fingers up her tight dirty ass.I fucked her so hard that her boobs were jumping and hitting my chin. Soon, Ramla went. I led her to the room, turned up the heat to a comfortable temperature for the clothing-impaired and left to let her take off her clothes and cover with the sheet. ‘It’s just like the doctor’s office,’ she said, giggling nervously. She called out when she was ready for me. ‘The doctor can see you now,’ I said with a chuckle. I could see she was tense, but relaxing. ‘The next thing we need to do is decide on a pose.’ ‘I thought I would just lay on a…’ she looked around, realizing that there was. .......I slid the curtain wide open slowly and stepped out into the open of thefitting area where the lovely SA awaited my fabulous debut. I walked outtrying not to make eye contact with anyone. It was so nerve wrecking, butsuch an exciting moment, my shaved chest could barely contain the beat ofmy heart. The SA brought me over to the big 6 paneled mirror at the endof the hall of the changing area. Seeing my femme self walk (girly ofcourse) towards the mirror was super surreal, especially.