There I was directly in front of her, dressed neck to ankles in black latex, red and swollen titties exposed and body shaking with pain. My face must ...ave been a horrible mess too, mascara running and hair tangled. She turned and ran back up the stairs. I was destroyed. I would have to see her the next day when I walked past the Help Desk on my way to my cubicle. I collapsed against the wall, dropped my dress."Show them to me," Peter barked. In a daze, I raised the dress again, not caring now. She also gets the biggest tips.” Seema did continued to bitch.Curious to know more about this clandestine business that Radhika aunty was running, I asked Seema didi “So what kind of people come here, didi?”“Mostly all middle-aged men come here Jignesh Bhai. Most of them are friends of Radhika Aunty’s husband, who are politicians he’s trying to appease.” she explained. “For those people, the massage is free, and on top of that, they never even give us a tip. It’s a big deal if you get a 10. How would you feel about moving down here with me? I trust you not to hurt me, but I need the security of you here with me. I know this isn't the long distance relationship I had before, but I need to hold and touch you. I know the old saying is "absence makes the heart grow fonder", but in my case it will make me weary. I've spent a lot of my life as a run-around, flashing my cash and good looks instead of looking into someone's heart. I'm not that shallow anymore. You're all I need and want. I had to hold her literally up as her legs weakened. I kissed her slowly again and gave her a hug as we rejoiced in each other’s pleasure for a moment. Then I opened the shower door, stepped out and grabbed the towels. I looked at her in a whole new light and realized how beautiful she was, and how lucky I was. We dried off together, slowly, kissing and touching a bit. Then she looked up at me, stared in my eyes and asked with a bit of trepidation in her voice, “That is not it I hope?”I looked.