" A British guy was telling his companion. "The brush work alone takes years to learn." Not really." I said."Busted." Papa snickered."I studied severa... of the temples and tombs and just copied the patterns. It was pretty easy to learn." You?" The man scoffed. "You did these?" I nodded. "Forgive me, but I find that difficult to believe. Where did you train?" Well, I haven't really formally trained anywhere." So where did you study the temple art?" Karnak, Akhenaten, and Atemu." I grinned at Dad.. She is a Haryanvi girl.I was very attracted to her and instantly liked her profile on tinder. To my pleasant surprise, we were matched and instantly started chatting. I did not waste much time in letting her know that I am only here for a good time and not love and all. The answer was not positive but she still wouldn’t mind meeting me in some mall. So we met. I was blown away by the hottie she was.We started having coffee. I initiated flirting. Asked about pubs,friends, gfs, bfs vagairah. YOBS hasassured me that they have a mobile unit for non-transportable bodies. Once we're in the car, we can get things rolling," advised Henri.**********Henri made the call to YOBS from the back of his limo, on the way overto his . . . our house. House was a humble term. It was more like amansion, and at work we even called it the "St. Pierre Compound."Everything was arranged, for they were to meet us over there. However,as Henri, my new Daddy spoke on the phone, another thought occurredto. It was a beautiful night. Dark but bright with stars. We reached my flat, spread out my sheet in one of the rooms. The moonlight streamed into the room- Luckily, it was a tenth floor flat with the front view being the hills and it afforded us the privacy that we needed for our deeds since there were no curtains.We undressed each other furiously. Within a matter of three mins of unlocking the flat, we were ready to get down and dirty. My chut was dripping wet from the entire drive to the flat in.