"Very hot," he responded.Then Karen reached out and grabbed my ass."Firm ass too," she said.I just stood there. I wasn't sure how to react. In reality...I was loving being on display and talked about. On the other hand I knew I shouldn't have been. So in response I didn't do anything. Karen took this as acquiescence.She turned me around facing her. My ass to Paul. "Feel it, it's amazing," she said.Feel it? Feel it? She was telling Paul to feel it? And worse, I was just standing there.I felt his. I said, “Hi, I am Karan. You gave your card earlier in the evening.” Preeti replied,” Hey there! I am at the metro station, come and pick me up at the D point.”I said okay! And I was excited. I drove to the metro station. She was right there wearing an Indian Top and tight blue jeans. She looked hotter in that tight jeans. I stopped my bike just in front of her.Preeti looked up and said, “Hey there! Come, let’s go.” Like a girl says to her boyfriend. She sat on the bike with her legs on either. Soon I was stark naked, and she was playing with me, running her nails onmy chest, playing with my rock hard erection, nibbling my ear. Every timeI tried to touch her, she would slap my hands away. It was like I was hertoy. All I could do was moan. Never had I felt so helpless."I am a little kinky, you know," she whispered in my ear."You don't say," I thought."Hope that's not a problem," she asked."No, no, not at all..." I stammered."In that case, put your hands in front."I complied, and she. ’ She said softly. ‘Have you never felt the powers in you? The force that turns violently deep inside? Powers that demands to be used … to be acknowledged ‘Powers? … no … no … I am a prostitute for God’s sake,’ she said. ‘I was called to serve you by Madame because you looked rich … now … now this.’ She said shakily. I was barely listening to her quibbling. This was the first time I had ever stumbled upon an unaware Aethling. I had been rather bored lately. Perhaps this would serve to amuse me.