She knocked the door and turned towards me.Her eyes started getting filled with lust.We had eyes contact.She was seducing me with slight moves, rotati...g her lips and pulling out her tongue.I sat on my bed.She slowly moved her saree out and exposed her navel, my goodness a deep round cute navel.She shoutedMr Ram bastard, now come and hunt me.I ran towards her and started to bite her lips , pressed her ass while smooching.Slowly pulled out her pallu and unbuttoned her blouse.I licked her neck and. I smiled. He smiled back at me and tipped hishat. I hoped she was telling him about why I was here and nothing else.Even after surgery I still have the fear of being "read."As I was being served a man came in that confirmed my fear."You're a guy," he said as he came over to me.I ignored him."You're a damn guy in a dress," he repeated."Are you always this rude to guests in your town?" I asked."We don't like your kind here."Same shit. Different decade. Different issue."Don't worry. I'm here for. In the near-dark my fingertips came across a small slot in the stone at the head of the altar, if I were lying down on it. I sat back, while listening to the rain come down, and took another inventory of my pack. I ceased to frown and dug down into the bag for a spear head. I used it to probe the slot. I found a socket within. Pressing did no good. Sliding the spear head sideways however, freed something deep within the stones. I thought about how a door might be built and latched. I used my. As soon as he appeared I knelt down in front of him and accepted his cock and balls into my mouth. It is the way he requires that I greet him. Once that was over he took me to the rear of the truck and pushed me inside with the men and told them to get to know me but no fucking as he wanted to keep his truck clean.It was an hour and a half drive and all the way the men were feeling me, fingering me, slapping me about a little and laughing and calling me names, the usual stuff like whore,.