I know you have lived a certain kind of lifestyle due to your poor economic condition. But if you want to marry me, you can’t stay like this. I want...you to come stay at my house before marriage as soon as possible. By the day of the wedding I want you to become a woman who deserves to be called a rich man’s wife. I hope your old man agrees to this because you have no other choice.”Four months to wedding,Shruti had no other choice but to do as Ramsankar said in the text. Since Shruti came of age. I walked up to the door and took a peek inside. The prostitute was applying her makeup .. Her back was to me. she was probaly about 4’11’ of height. She was definitely a BBW … She had a well defined pear shape and was wearing nothing but a stark black bra and panties. A long mane of raven black hair with highlights hung low at her shoulders… but that wasn’t what interested me … … it was that ass. …what an ass it was … Massive, smooth and abnormally round sitting at one of the most defined. When I got home Mandy was there, she had been crying and told me how sorry she was for doing that to me, I remained calm and told her I would forgive her and never bring it up again if she would be my sex slave for my entire vacation doing what ever I told her to do no questions asked. Hesitantly she agreed to my proposal reassuring that when my vacation was over so was her slave hood. I gave her my promise and stated there would be no more talk her giving my things away. Feeling there was no. I took a mug into the room and sat on the couch, enjoying the coffee while I watched the news.I suddenly remembered the airplane. I wonder what was wrong with the gear. I used my cell phone and called out to the maintenance people I had talked to yesterday. The man told me that a nut was loose on the strut and wore down one of the hydraulic hoses. They had replaced the bolt, the nut, and the hose. The aircraft owners had already paid the bill, as well as for the fuel and airport fees. The man.