“Sir, Brazilian youths are mad after Indian hotties. Please I want distributorship of this film for South America and Mexico markets when it is read...y. I’m prepared to pay moderate amount in advance, the manager begged emphatically.That night the Hotel Manager had hoisted a dinner party for the entire crew member. We met several Brazilian models and film entrepreneurs. I had never seen lady celebs clad in revealing dresses. Though they wore long dresses but except their nipples and pussies all. I bit my bottom lip to stifle a moan. He broke the silence by introducing himself. ‘I’m Reese.’ I watched, in what seemed like slow motion, his hand extend in greeting. I automatically placed my hand in his for a quick handshake. But when I tried to pull back my hand he held it firm. ‘And your name?’ ‘Ah, it’s Brianna.’ Was that my voice? It sounded so strained. His other hand came up and rested on the top of my captured hand sandwiching it between his. The feel of the slightly ruff texture and. It was weird, but harmless. The entire time his eyes hungrily ogled my legs and feet. ‘So beautiful,’ he said longingly. ‘Now pull up your skirt.’ He saw the alarm on my face and quickly added, ‘I won’t touch you! I just want to look!’ He hadn’t touched me – other than briefly rubbing my back – and I could always scream or run away. The door was closed, but not locked. So I felt safe. I lowered my hands and raised my skirt. ‘Please, more, and slowly,’ he begged, when I stopped just below my. So thick, in fact, that the condom he wore looked like it was strangling his cock. “Is that one of the house condoms?” I asked.“Uh, yeah, I didn’t have any on me.”“Mind if I put a larger one on you? I’d hate for a big guy like you to beak the one you have,” I said. “Yeah, go ahead,” the voice said, his voice beaming with pride. Men’s egos are so easy to stroke. I pulled on the tip of his condom, and it was so tight it was actually difficult to remove. Once I got it off I gave him a few strokes.