.As I became close to nidhi (the girl name is nidhi) what I leant is diff, they are also with their self respect and girls here are not of that criter...a what people judge (at least not all). As per my curiosity I went into details while we had dinner out couple of times and heard about her story to learn that these girls are un educated, helpless, and from a family background of very low under poverty,,, mainly these girls migrated for this work under multiple ref and settle here. They search. Fir uske boobs bra ke upper se hi choose laga dusre par hath fer raha tha. Wo jor jor se siskari bhar rahi thi ha ha ahaaaaaaaaaaa please aur jor se aur jor se dono ko chooooooo. Mein bhi josh me tha aur boobs ko choose raha tha tbhi usne khud apni bra nikal di aur mere muh ko jor se apne boobs par dabane lagi. Mein boobs chooste hue ek hath se dusra boob ko daba raha tha aur dusre se us ki panty ke upper se choot gram kar raha tha.wo apne hato se meri peeth aur lund ko sahla rahi thi.. Mein. A tight metal collar clutched her throat. Each square inch of her tanned body shone with fragrant oil. Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail. Over her right foot, where her ass cheek billowed out, the brand of a French lily marked her skin.This place was called Bordello. The old woman had told her its name. It was a room with no windows. There were no colours but red. Red damask had been stretched over the walls. A huge bed stood covered with red satin pillows, red satin sheets, and red. You grit your teeth and try to concentrate on the task, when really all you want to do is crawl under the bed and hide. Do it, he orders. You take a deep breath and quickly undo his belt, then the button, but you have some difficulty sliding the zipper down around his bulge, so he takes control, but then has you slide his pants down. Helping Tom step out of them, you try not to stare at his erection. Please, please, please dont ask me to&hellip, you think before he says, These too. And you.