I promised that we’d join them as soon as we could because we had to go back to the farm and change into work clothing.An hour and a half later, we ...inally found the correct ship on the bustling docks. With so many people helping, their wagons were loaded long before dinnertime. “No missionaries this time?” I asked him.“No, any missionaries will be leaving from Independence. The newspaper last week said there were already twice as many wagons as last year and they planned to travel in smaller. I came in with Pizza – it was about 2pm. I have my own key and entered and as usual we sat down watching tv and eating and drinking. After sometime i went into the kitchen to wash the dishes and as I do Hussain follows me and as I washed the dishes he starts kissing me from behind, my neck my cheek, slowly biting. I moan but asked him to stop as Imran may hear. He doesnt stop and from behind me he begins to push his waist towards me, his cock is hard and i feel it on my bum. I continue to wash. I arrive 10 minutes early and instantly make eye contact with my client. He appears to match the description he gave; always a good sign. We exchanged pleasantries and decide to get a taxi to a gay bar in Dupont Circle to facilitate "frank conversation". Of course, the client always pays for extras like taxi fares and drinks on top of the hourly rate. Fortunately, this client is not too intrusive with his questions. He smiles at me with pearly white teeth, leans back and unbuttons what appears. “I guess,” I said awkwardly, “Are you sure?”“Sure I’m sure,” she said, “As long as you let me keep the car and live here.”“As long as you like,” I assured her.“So lets do it!” she invited.“Come here,” I ordered, she stepped forward. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.“Just fuck OK?” she said, “Don’t mess around.”“I want to mess around,” I said, “I want you, not just sex, I want you.”“Oh fuck, this is seriously weird,” she admitted, “I guess I need to sort my head.