"I told you I would be here to see you swing; I shall so enjoy watching you milked on the rope, it is always so pleasing to witness a male's final gif... of worship to female superiority. I cannot wait!" She laughed aloud as the male's cock pulsed against the leather at her words, and with the sound of the descending rattan. A great cheer and applause went up as his cry of pain echoed around the arena as a closely placed microphone ensured no female anywhere in the huge crowd missed his agony.He. ‘Hello!’ she would say, he would look up and smile, inviting. They would talk, find out about each other, make friends. She would listen, let him be him, find out about him. He would be perfect, they would walk hand in hand back to his room. He would kiss her, touch her. His hands would be strong, firm, making her take him, but taking his time, assuring she went with him to her pleasure. She felt the tingling in her stomach, the slight dampness of herself at the thought of his hands on her,. I got some courage and asked them what are you guys doing in my room.One stranger spoke he is the owner of the lodge his name is raja and other one is his cousin brother veluSo you are doing prostitution in my lodge with men, receptionist told me that you bringing men to our lodge and performing sex with them and charging money. Doing a business in my lodge without our knowledge. You will be handed over to police for dirty acts, I was shivering and thoughts of me sitting in police station for. We decided that we had to do a methodical search, and the place to start was at the boys' bed. There was not room for all of us to gather around the bed as a group, so we went to look at it one at a time. I noticed that there was a residual odor that I could not identify at first. Then I realized that the odor was that of stale air as might be found in a closed room, a cave, or a grave! I didn't say anything to the others at first, but sniffed around to see if I could find a trail of that.