“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Why didn’t you go tonight?” Her heart was racing. She swallowed. His question was simple. The answers weren...��t. Lying was an option, or skirting the truth, but she found she had the energy for neither. “I need to change my life.” She played with the string on her hoodie. “First step, I guess.” “What kind of change?” “Starting with being around you.” He sucked in a breath. “Ouch, Jack.” “The truth hurts, Wash. Yours too.” “Okay.” He nodded, his gaze catching. I booked a room in the hotel for a week instead of going to my friends home.We started the next morning I was sitting next to her on the bus, she was wearing a yellow color simple salwar, my Archu was looking super hot. I intentionally touched her hand she didn’t resist. I told her, “Archu I think we should enjoy our trip like friends and not like cousins, what say ? “ she said “ yes it’s a good idea” and I hold her hand she just smiled.I was touching and rubbing her all the way to Mysore. We. "Eventually, we were given clothes and told to make ourselves as pretty as we could. We were then taken individually up to a kind of stage and we were auctioned off to a crowd of men. I was taken into a bedroom and a man came in. He said that he had purchased my services for the night. He knew that I was inexperienced; he had, in fact, paid extra for that benefit. He had me engage in various sex acts with him for the rest of that night."He left the next morning and I was told to bathe and eat. From what Rick could see it was areal work of art. She was wearing what he guessed was a wig, but itwasn't so much the model that had caught his attention, but somethingelse he couldn't quite put his finger on.It finally occurred to him that it was the room behind the model whichhad triggered his reaction. More specifically, he thought, trying toignore the model on screen stroking her cock, it was the modern artprints hanging on the brightly coloured wall. He had seen those before,but where? He.