It was so filthy I could barely see through the glass. I tried to open it but it only went up about 8 inches. The street seemed a very long way down, ...ven if I could get the window open it was too high to jump. I was trapped – a prisoner.An hour must have passed when I heard the lock and the door opened. It was the clerk. There was a big black guy with him. They entered the room, locking the door behind them. "Ooooo-EEE! You wasn't shittin', Jose!" the black guy said, staring at me. "This some. We find a nice quiet area in the back of the store, she leans forward to grab a book, and my hand is drawn to her ass, massaging it, and my fingers slip around the bottom of her skirt. I lift it up exposing her ass, and slide my fingers down her backside and between her legs. Using two fingers I separate her lips, and with my middle finger I begin circling her clit. She breaths in deeply, my fingers slowly speed up, as does her breathing, I feel her juices falling over my hand, and look down to. A short trip down and I wasthrough another door onto the event level.It immediately became apparent that I was now in a non-public zonebecause everyone I saw was wearing a pass of some sort, including theyoung woman who was waiting for us on the other side of the door."Ms. Carerra," she greeted us warmly. "How are you doing today?" I'm kind of excited," I replied, returning the smile that was on herface. I was happy to note that it appeared to be genuine. "I've neverperformed in a venue this. Or whase chali gai jane ke bad jab me apne friend se mila or mera bahcpan me ek bast friend tha usko ham bahut satate the muje uski yad aai or me apne ek friend ko shat leke uske gar jane laga uske gar me uske mami papa or ek sister rehte he jab wha pahucha to wo ladki kapde dhorhi thi mene ushidekhke smil di or gar me chala gaya anda jane ke bad pata chala ki ye uski behan he thodi der bat karne ke bad wo andar aai usne bat karte karte uski or meri b pehchan ho gai ab kya tha roj me uske gar.