There was a hot Delhi girl there who looked like my hot cousin Shreya. Her name was Anushree. I wanted Anushree to recreate and roleplay my and my cou...in’s recent bedroom masturbation. So I made an account on this site and purchased some credits through my bank card to spend on her.We talked about it and Anushree agreed.We started a private session. Anushree’s room was dark, but I could see her body in front of the camera. She was wearing a tight black tank top and no panties in the dim. The rest was covered with black rubber. Just the right environment for sex and to have a permanent rubber smell in her nose. But she could also smell and hear the lust of the customers and the women in the neighboring cells. She was only one of many female slaves. „We bring you your clients 5381. Try to be profitable. And don't dawdle, your customers won't wait for you all night. If you need a pee break, you have to beg for it. Other breaks are not allowed. If you are not profitable or we don't. “It's not; it's a female autocracy. We might be equal partners everywhere else, but if you want to get laid here, you do what the ladies say. Are you okay with that, Tom?” The last in honeyed tones that would have had me bolting for the exit!Tom gulped conspicuously; he had obviously received the message. “Er, sure, whatever you say.”“Thank you, dear,” my wife replied sweetly and I almost choked trying so hard not to bust out laughing at that one. If my wife calls you “Dear” start backing away.. Heavenly!We finished our dinner just as the mosquitoes arrivedfor theirs; we brought in the empty plates, cleaned upquickly,and then she excused herself, citing homework duties.But not before she gave me an affectionate little peckon the cheek. As she did, I reflexively moved to put myarm around her waist but she drew back.“Uncle David, please, no touching. Is that okay?”“Of course, Em. I understand.”She tossed a smile and a wink over her shoulder at me asshe headed down.