At this time of the morning, the block was still quiet; nothing but the faint rumble of air-conditioning units to disturb the je ne sais quoi of the s...umbering building.The room smelled of stale tobacco, alcohol and rotting food. Over-filled trash bags lay grouped by the door, thin plastic skins split, garbage spilling out onto the floor. Rats squabbled over something deep in the heart of the pile. His client’s clothes lay where they had been torn off, strewn across the stained flooring.. I was virgin back then. First let me describe about myself.I am fun loving 6 feet tall having a athletic body and my tool is 7 inches.Let me start with the story.Please apologize for my language as this is the first time i am writing or posting something online. When i came to Bangalore for the first time i was alone as most of my friends were either at Gurgaon or pune. So i moved into a single room house around the suburbs of Bangalore closer to my office.My house was in the first floor.It was. Of course, she knew. ‘Well, the past few days I was doing a little traveling to finish up this assignment. There was some paperwork to get in order and some dealing with other agencies involved with the operation. Some of this was heavy-duty blackout stuff and I wasn’t even allowed to have a phone.’ Then after a brief pause, she added, ‘I thought a lot about you, though.’ She was silent for too long for me to think she was going to continue. It felt like I could ask, but she probably wouldn’t. Do you mind if we join you?" enquired a large friendly looking dark black man.Bill said, "No — not at all — have a seat. I'm Bill Peters and this is my wife Patty," as he reached out to shake hands.Nick was a heavy set graying man - in his late fifties, making him at least fifteen years older than Bill or Patty. While he had a large stomach, at about six feet he was a large man in general with thick arms and a wide chest. Brenda appeared to be a bit younger but certainly over fifty. She was a.