Her name was Malar, a typical classy Tamil beauty. She seemed to be very happy to meet me. She greeted me and said that she was about to visit my offi...e to meet me.We had a fruitful 20 minutes discussion on various topics. She shared her number, asking me to reach out for any account-related assistance or services. Malar was around 28 or 29 years old. As we stood there chatting, I kept admiring her beauty.Malar caught me scanning her body. She was a gorgeous-looking woman, sexy, hot,. To my surprise, she never asked. As we got back to the sidewalk, she granted me a modest salutation, looking rather despondent with drippings of semen still on her face in public before turning away. Her stride was visibly wobbly and tender when she walked away, never looking back at the stranger who seduced his way into her. She probably didn't want any money. It would only be a physical reminder to the night she was used and humiliated in every possible way.I returned to the loft with an. Emma immediately looked at her phone for further instructions. There weren’t any. Emma lifted the cup to her lips and surveyed the café. Opposite her was an elderly gentleman, balding and with a grayish beard. He looked more intent on reading his Kindle and drinking his very large cup of coffee. The next table down from him was empty and then there were the steps down to where Emma normally sat; closer to the window, so that she could watch the world pass her by. Emma’s phone buzzed, “Are you. I watched him lick his lips and realized I was ahead in the game.“Hello, boys.” I nodded at them curtly, my voice sounded stern and patronizing even though I was quivering with excitement. Standing there, looking at the thin film of glistening sweat covering the exposed flesh I was amazed at how they exuded a physical presence that was exciting as it was unsettling. I imagine any strangers approaching us would be put off by the intimidating appearance but I knew I was safe. These guys used the.