(Besides, being seen by a stranger would probably turn me on further). It was dead silence after this for what felt like forever.It reminded me of my ...first encounter and I felt like my stomach was in my throat. Then I remembered what brought me here in the first place, over the few months that had passed I read so many stories of sex with strangers and old men that I had learned just how much power a nice looking girl could have on them, especially in India.This man had probably never seen a. ’ ‘Oh, stop it,’ she replied, blushing. ‘I’m too old to look incredible. As long as I look ok, I’m fine.’ ‘Honey, you will NEVER be too old to look incredible. You look ok on a normal day. Tonight … WOW!’ ‘Stop it,’ she repeated. ‘Are you ready?’ ‘I am, my dear,’ I said, as I took her arm and we walked out. She handed me the keys to her convertible, telling me that she didn’t want to drive around in my truck, dressed like that. The restaurant had an elegant, yet casual, setting. In one corner. Still, in spite of the shirt, Stacy looked somehow different. She seemed so peaceful. So at ease. Considering the situation we were now in, she seemed so relaxed. She occasionally would lean down and gently kiss my forehead. She spoke softly..."I had to do it, honey. I didn't want Rick to hurt us." I sat looking up at her as she spoke."I think that, maybe, if we just do as Rick says, neither of us will get hurt. You know, honey?"I listened quietly. Confused. My instinct told me Stacy. Ploy, you go and get the dog in from outside.”I was watching her but still feeling the effects of all the sweets we took this morning and now this extra glass of Orangade!I could only imagine the girls must be feeling the same. But having this horrible bitch of a woman turn up, threatening and controlling us all was a bit stressful to say the least.About half an hour had passed and Mrs Green was pulling some weird faces and grinding her teeth. It’s kicking in now and she’s gonna be feeling.