It took me a couple of minutes because I had to use the bathroom, brush my hair and get my shoes and coat on. I shut off my alarm before making my way...back outside.The sun was just barely up enough to see my aunt and the man clearly. He was very tall and, judging by his straining coat, very muscular. His face was a mixture of Asian and African features, though his skin color was more towards tan than brown and he had no eyebrows."John," Claire gestured with her free hand, "this is my niece. When you add this to the fact that I am in serious contention for the laziest person in the world it becomes obvious that shaving is an activity that holds little fascination for me. Besides the beard hides my double chin and keeps small children from running off screaming.But all things change. When I discovered Tri-Ess and as I got to know others with the same peculiar hobby a tiny devil began to rattle his pitchfork between my ears. I mean, just what did I look like under all that hair? As I. »Keep your fingers from my maids or you will be sorry and sore, you horny monster!«, I instructed my boy whilst he dressed up, but I knew exactly that he was in no situation of mastering the seductive charms of the two nimble nymphets. I took a short bath and dressed in my fluffy gown to wait for my lunch, which I hoped delivered more aphrodisiac than just red wine. Little Juliette brought in the silver tray, walking quite awkwardly, seemingly uncomfortable with her new underpants. I questioned. Her name was Kajal (name changed) and she was around 23 years of age and was doing Masters from Lucknow itself.After getting to know each other and sharing our expectations, we sort of hit it off. She was constantly asking me for my details and expectations from her. I got the feeling that she wanted something more but I never wanted to rush it. So I played slow and started inquiring about her. All this while we were chatting on Tinder. She shared her number and we fast-forwarded our chats on.