3 din pehle mera delhi jaane ka prograam bana,maine oose mail par bataya ki main delhi jaa rahaa hoon, to woh mujhse milne ki jid karne laagi, maine o...se bataya ki main jet ki iss flight se aaonga to usne mujhe milne ke liye delhi airport ko chuna.usne mujhe mail par apna photo bheja thaa,iss liye uska chehra jaana pehchana sa ho gaya tha.main jaise hi airport lounge pahooncha,wahan dekha ki rani mera basabri se intezaar kar rahi thi.maine milte hi hai hello ki aur apna programme bataya ki. It was late, I was tired and without thinking when I told him I was home…I answered his question about where my home was. I begged him not to tell anyone else. He agreed. I wished him good night and crashed onto my bed. That next morning there was a knock on my door. I figured it was my friend who I had asked to check in on me after I started doing the webcam modeling. Instead it was Mike. I immediately recognized him …even with clothes on. He walked in very excited. Mike was in his late 30’s,. One of the guys asked me if I wanted him to go look at my car. I told him no, it did this all the time and I just had to let it cool down for half an hour and it’d be ok. They nodded, and sat down on either side of me at the bar. They were staring right at my chest, making small talk about mechanics and how cars worked. When the bartender brought the coke over, another guy behind me said “I’ll get that Frank.” And I turned around, there was an older guy standing behind my barstool. He was. “Please fuck me Ethan,” I beg in the sweetest voice I’m capable of. “You want me inside you?” He asks and flicks my clit. I twitch in response and gasp. “Yes, please, I need you,” I confess, and he flicks me again. I groan and arch my back off the bed. Such a tease. My desire is spiraling out of control and I don’t know how much more I can take. “Ethaaan,” I cry his name and try to wiggle my way down the bed. Ethan lifts his head and props himself up on his left hand. “I can put something.