“That is my husband over there.” She pointed toward Bob. “We came for a late night ride in the park, and when he saw you guys playing, he dared ...e to ride by you naked. I didn’t mean to get stuck in the sand. I was just going to ride by.”“Oh, we like your husband,” several said. “We’ve never had a naked woman interrupt our games before. Any chance you can come back again.”“I will if my husband wants me to.” The touching had not stopped since they picked her up. She smiled. “I really should go.”. I now needed to find a larger metropolitan area that would have more rich people demanding pretty things and willing to pay for themMontréal was the next stop but it would be in advance of the usual store opening hours. I did have a chance when I got there a few minutes later to find out how this particular society was different. The language here was a dialect of French. I followed a large dark machine taking a man to work. I was able to learn more of his language and customs. In a moment I. Unke frank hone ki wajah se mein terrace ki deewar(4ft) par chadkar unke ghar chala jaata aur help kar ke wapas aa jata. Ek din mummu ne mujhe kaha ki aunty se jaakar puch lun ki baazar se kuch mangana hai ya nhi. Mein deewar kudkar unke side chala gaya. Ghar mein tv ki awaaj sunkar mein bina awaaj diye andar chala gya. Par lobby mein koi nhi tha to mein bedroom ki taraf gya to bedroom ka shisha jo ki washroom ke opposite hai usmein dekha ki aunty apni chut mein kela daale ja rahi hai. Use. Jo took us through a room the place was gloomily lit only by dim wall lights, all except for a raised platform in the corner lit by flickering red spotlights. Smoke was billowing from vents in the platform floor, making it look like a scene from hell. On the platform people were dancing to the music. Most of the dancers were nude, and the dark shadows of their pubic hair swayed hypnotically in the flickering red light.We passed through the red room into a corridor with several doors leading.