His hand began to slowly drift down my stomach. Goosebumps flushed over my body. He had never rubbed me that low before. I felt a strange warming sens...ation between my thighs. My dad kissed me again, this time on my neck. I took a deep breath. Why was he kissing and touching me so intimately? I slowly removed his hand and sat up. "Something wrong sweetie?" He asked. "I think I'm gonna go to bed now, I'm tired." I lied. xOx I sat up in bed for what seemed like a number of hours. I couldn't help. When we walked in we found the suite already occupied by four more industrialists, two of middle-eastern appearance,‘We picked up these two bitches,’ said one of our two pimps, roughly pushing us towards the taller of the two middle-eastern men. ‘These are really experienced, high-class call-girls, the best you can get, not your average street WHORE. They’ll do anything, as long as it’s filthy. Our charge is two grand, that’s five hundred for each of you, and it’s cheap at the price.’ I gasped,. I did text her first…Me: hi how was your journey.She: lol it was amazing.Me: I wish we had more time.She: this is enough for this time.Me: why soShe: slower the betterMe: on ya slow in whatShe: everything.Me: nothing has actually happened to get to everything.She: so you want to make it happen?Me:hmmShe:hmmm?Me: why not.She let’s see when we go back to Bangalore.Me: great will.Wait for it.She: me too.Then we were chatting continuously for hours. We got intimate chats as well where we just spoke. Your sister's girlfriend broke up with her through a letter."When he said my sister's girlfriend, I choked and my drink came flying out through my mouth and nose, "Anna wasn't a lesbian. What do you mean Samantha was her girlfriend?"My dad grimaced, "I thought you knew. They'd been seeing each other for half a year. However, no she wasn't a lesbian. Both Samantha and Anna still went out with guys. But in the letter, Samantha said she was tired of guys and only wanted to be with girls, and that.