God, I could feel my panties start to soak. I could feel his erection against my leg. Finally, I broke it off and left the party. After undressing, I ...ooked in the mirror. My tits had handprints and bruises all over them. I closed my eyes and thought of those large hands. My hand found my pussy and instantly I came standing up squirting a puddle onto the floor. Wow, I didn’t know I could do that!The next morning I still felt turned on. I tried riding my pillow and letting my tits slap against. "Well, I hope you last a little while... I want you to get your money's worth!" she said. She waited for him to park the car and get out. Then they walked over to the bench and she had him sit down. She put a small seat cushion pad down on the ground so she had something soft to kneel on besides the hard concrete.He handed her the $50 and she put it in her coin purse. She fished out his cock from his fly opening and stroked his cock to semi-hardness. She put the tip of his cock to her mouth. I took a black saree. It was semitransparent designer saree.At first she hesitated but then she bought. Now we went to give jacket stitching. I told to her to stitch little low neck and broad back. She gave her measurements and we went to eat something. It was already 7 at evening. We asked the tailor and it was ready. Then she went for trail room.She called me close and showed me. I got shocked on seeing her boobs. It was big ad sexy. She again asked how it is.Me: it’s wonderful but that bra. Another room looked very fancy which I assume is where the elite clients met with these special girls. In the third room I found a naked girl hanging from the ceiling fan. She must have been one of the special girls, she looked very young. Her skin was flawless, her breasts perky, and her unshaven cunt was leaking thick liquid down her legs. I guess she was a virgin and the killers changed that before hey hung her from the ceiling fan. I walked up to her and touched her breasts which felt nice.