Se hui. Uska nam MIKE tha or vo 1 software engineer he. Uski age karib 50 yrs thi, or vo chat kafi achi karta tha, usne bataya ki uske kai Indian frie...ds he. Or sabhi Indian kafi ache hote he. Mujhe ye bat uski bahot achi lagti thi kyoki agar koi Indians ki ya India ki tariff kare to mujhe bahot khusi hoti he. Hum daily kafi bate karte the.Eek din bato bato me mujh se pucha ki kya tumne kabhi sex kiya he. Dosto me pehle 3-4 bar sex kar chuki thi apne boy friend se. mujhe use ye bat batane me. The third day into his second week of traveling, the town walls of Harcross came into view. He reached the main gates by late afternoon. The gates were guarded by two bored guards wearing light linen armor and leaning on stout spears. They surveyed the crowds of people walking and riding through the gates, paying more attention to young females than anyone else.Arron walked up to them. "Excuse me..."They turned to look at him. "What the fuck do you want? Just move along." I would like to know. It was just unexpected."Do you mind if I take a photo?" Pat was happy, so I took one.A voice came from the side, "Can I?"A man was standing looking at Pat. She didn't try to cover herself. Pat smiled and said, "Sure."Whoever he was, he got a few good shots of Pat's bare tits. He asked if we were staying and looked disappointed when Pat told him she wasn't."I don't believe you. Letting a stranger photograph you." I said when he left.Pat chuckled, "I don't mind. It was just a few tit shots."I. But my eyes and the corner of my mouth really did smirk, when Jason called the process, ‘Pimping the Workplace’. My usually controlled at work dirty mind escaped like a nipple slip.Oh I knew pimping a car from TV and the slang idea of making something cooler or better, but the grubby idea of procuring, soliciting, prostitution, a pimp living off the earnings; pimping in a workplace; seriously; I imagined myself as a high class call girl working and servicing these two dudes, my arse nicely.