We had not shared any pictures until then.The day arrived and as planned we met near swagath grand and she wore a red low hip saree exposing her navel...as per our dress code. She is 32 but noway she looked 32 years old, she looks a lot younger than her age and sexy which every guy would love to fuck. So we headed to her house and we knew we were going to have sex but we sat for sometime and we were talking casually.I made the first move when she was in the kitchen. I couldn’t wait to fuck her so. The table was a long wooden affair with chairs all around it except for one space at the foot of the table opposite the door I’d entered through.I grasped the edge of the table and stood there, waiting.Soon I heard the door open and then close and could sense someone close behind me. It was Malcolm and he whispered menacingly in my ear, “You are a cheap slut. You need what you’re going to get and you’re going to get it regularly.” With that he pushed me down against the table top so my arse was. It was still quite warm and I had started sweating so I took my shirt off to cool down.As I stood there bare chested a tall black man stepped from a nearby alley. He asked what I was doing in his neighborhood. I explained I had a flat and would go home and call for assistance. Then 2 more black men stepped into the street, another tall and the other short. The shorter of the two said "I'm Alex. What the hell are you doing her whitey?" He came closer before I had a chance to answer. He said,. Each rider is provided with a GPS device which includes and emergency transponder. The nearest large city is about fifty miles away--"town", as in "we're going to..." is ten miles in the opposite direction. It's a village of about two thousand people that depends almost entirely on tourism in the summer for its income.Our resort has ten individual cabins, all pretty new, and very modern. Most are filled each week by guests who, according to my Dad, "have too much money and not enough to do." I.