She took up a seat beside me, stretching out her long legs, resting her feet on the planks of the old wood deck. Her hair blew softly in the wind.“S... how old are you?” I casually asked.“Twenty,” she replied.“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.“No,” she replied, “I live for the occasional passerby.”I chuckled.“And flat tires,” I teasingly added.“Yeah, but that doesn’t happen much.”She stretched out her arms and yawned.“Not much happens out here,” she bemoaned. “Except the occasional. ”Main (haste hue), “Bola tha na, mere chodte hi tere aas pass bhanware mandra ne lagenge.”Asha, “Tum bhi na, free hai le leti hun.”“Chal theek hai tu dekh le teri marzi hai.”Maine purse uthaya aur wapis bar pahuncha to dekha ki woh dono African Asha ke opposite chair par baithe baat kar rahe hai. Main doosre corner par side table par baith gaya. Main unhe notice karne laga. Woh Asha ko kuch bol rahe the aur Asha sharmate hue hans rahi thi.Thodi der mein Asha wahan se uthi aur washroom ki taraf. “I said look at me.” you repeated, bringing your hand to grasp the side of my face. My eyes lifted up, crossing the remaining bridge of flesh, finally reaching into your eyes. I was at once captivated and entranced by the dark irises. My desires were called forth in response to the own dark and primitive desire I saw in your eyes. As your eyes worked to make clear your control over me, your hand joined in as your strong fingers curled around my jaw and chin. Your fingers applied pressure as you. But then I realised he had no more choice in the matter than I would have. A chair was provided for Monica - none for me I noted - and Clare asked her about me. "Last time I saw you, you said you envied me my domination of Terry, I didn't know you had him trained." "I didn't then, but things change don't they?" Monica laughed easily and the ladies started firing questions at her about how she'd 'converted' me. As she revealed her conquest I became aware of just how cleverly Monica had.