The number of Indian girls on them was negligible. Finding one in Bangalore was even rarer. But I kept my hopes high and kept searching. One day I rec...ived a strange response in my inbox on one of the forums, it was from someone named Natasha. Curious enough I opened it. It said she was from Bangalore and she would love to take me as her partner, but on her conditions. By this time I had been frustrated enough to lend myself to anyone to do as they please, and hence I agreed. It was the usual. He also shares my hair colour, though he keeps his hair cut fairly short. We drive silently to the house, he pulls up the drive and practically jumps out of the car, slamming the door on his way. I gulp and slowly get out of the car, trying my best not to stumble and give away how drunk I am. Unfortunately I slam into the door jam, and he turns to glare at me. "I'm sorry Daddy" I mumble, trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes, hoping to soften him up a bit. It doesn't work. He growls at me. I did so and she started washing my shoulders and back. Slowly her hands moved down to my arse, then started moving round my hips and along the bottom of my stomach. Her tits were crushing against my back and her right hand grabbed hold of my shaft and started to rub. A groan escaped my lips followed by a moan from Karen as she started stroking my cock into a frenzy. I knew I wouldn't last long but also knew that I may never get a chance like this again. I reached behind me and placed my hand. ”He sighed before telling me, “I’m Ricky, man.”“Okay, now that that’s out of the way…” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I wanna suck your dick.”I was expecting him to either open my door and step out the moment I stopped at the next stoplight or punch me for asking. I was even expecting him to pull a knife or gun on me. But I wasn’t expecting was for this dud to grab his crotch, look at me and say, “We gotta do this fast, because I have to be at her spot in like twenty minutes,.