I didn't really think she'd be interested in an older guy like me. It was just flirting on general principles -- until one night when I was standing o...tside the back entrance to the newspaper office. I'd been talking with another reporter who'd just left and was debating where I wanted to go next, when the door popped open and out walked Erin.We chatted for a couple of minutes. She made no move to leave, and I got the impression that she was waiting for me to suggest something. I knew I. “I have been looking for a like minded person to help me complete my motto. When I felt you coming into the shop, I knew it was time for me to rejoin this world again and have some fun. I let you see me and allowed you to buy me. Last night I kept you safe and gave you the history of how I came about. I have been around for thousands of years in many countries. You are in a new country to me, but the people are the same. People working for the common good and people working for their own good. There were many times he shot his thick white cum on my face and my body. Once in my butt hole. Strangely, though, I didn’t have any sticky feeling.Quickly I wore my sari. “Strange,” I whispered to myself. The blouse and the skirt were fitting loose on me. “Did I lose a lot of weight in one night?!” I wondered.No. Actually, the guy that brought me in last night was very rough while stripping me. Hence despite it not being a low-cut blouse, I was showing off a significant amount of cleavage.My. It seemed that my routine was set for the next seven weeks. Get up, go to studio, come back, spend a pretty lonely evening, exchange texts and emails with Cal at various times, and go to bed. However, Friday was a break from the routine. The studio needed to break down a couple of sets that we’d finished with and build two new ones, and so we were given a long weekend. My next call was on Monday morning.So, there I was, seven thousand miles from home, alone with two out of the next three days.