But as we passed market we saw some guys drunk laying by the road and as they saw us they started to pass dirty comments which was in fact fine for us...so we giggled a little and moved on.As we were coming back to our hotel I noticed something unusual. We would be half a kilometre away when I saw a guy walking at a distance behind us and when I tried to look back he gave a flirty smile I didn’t know what to do so I smiled back. He was one of those drunk guy we saw earlier.He kept stalking us. “Well, I believe the lifestyle it called…..BDSM? Where a person, often a woman, willingly accepts to act like a slave…often sexual slave…. to a master, usually but not always, a man. Do you want me to google it and show you?” Salma asked pointing at her computer. “No, that’s OK. I understand.” I said “Please continue.” “So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Balram, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what we know. Apparently, Mr. Balram initially resisted, because. " Megan looked a little disappointed."Practice," Stacey said shortly. "Now, about that other matter?" They've been asking about your friend, Michael. A warrant to search his apartment for 'contraband' crossed my desk this morning." Is he okay?" I asked before I could think. I hadn't seen him for weeks. Stacey shot me an annoyed look and the weight of her displeasure squeezed a tiny burst of piss from me."Which apartment?" Stacey asked, which seemed weird since we had only the one, and Michael. And maybe a hair cut. Her red hair was ratted on her head. I tilted my head, mentally taking all the dirt off and fixing her hair. With a little work, she would be a beauty. I grinned. ‘And how about I give you a make over?’ ‘A…. Makeover, my – Rose?’ I nodded. ‘A new look to impress the boys.’ I laughed when she blushed. Then I nearly screamed when two men came barging in the room carrying a large barrel looking thing. The set it in front of the fire and walked out. They were followed by two.