They aren't even nude, for that matter.I got better at it, though. Summer offered more chances to see something, sure. Fewer layers, looser clothing. ...ots of factors contribute to success. Still, most of it was boring. I'll be honest, too. A little voice inside was telling me this was a waste of time. I ought to be doing something, anything, rather than waiting.Gradually, the feeling got stronger. It got so I couldn't bear to wait more than a half-hour outside whatever window or other locale I. I stopped caning her and placed my palm on her inflamed swollen red cunt lips moving my middle finger along the crack of her slippery slit. “Really” said I “What can you do for me you bitch?” I asked as I coated my fingers with her cunt juice. “Anything Saheb, any thing but don’t cane me please” she sobbed “I’ll stop caning you if you let me have my way” I said to her as my fingers were gently massaging her clit. “Anything…but please don’t cane me” Shanti pleaded. I squeezed her clitoris. From his features, his long thin moustache and equally thin beard, I judged him to be of Chinese origin.The Chinese gentleman rapped on my door with the head of his umbrella. Amanda and Estelle had yet to reach the stage whereby they could be expected to greet visitors, so I opened the door myself."Theophilus Chang," my visitor announced. The woman standing behind him was looking first up and then down the street outside. "I would like to have a conversation with you regarding the wards of. Her name was Yamini and she belonged to a rich family and had come to the pub with her uncle and aunt. I asked her about her boyfriend and she had recently broken up with him. I told her that I was single too. Slowly, as our conversations progressed, I tried to become as casual as possible in addressing her apart from of course trying to flirt with her.As I knew there’s no way that I’m getting to meet this girl again, tonight’s my chance or it’s sayonara forever. Thus I went out of my comfort.