I woke up several times and each time there were tears on my face. Deep in the night there was a knock on my door. I went to the peephole and it was C...arol. I opened the door and said, ‘What are you doing here?’ Carol fell to her knees and literally crept into the room. Her face was puffy and her eyes red. She said, ‘Dick I can’t live without you. I love you more than anything. Forgive me. I’ll never do anything like that again. Tell me what you want. We’ll give up sex games if you want to.’. "Tiffany didn't know what to do. Things weren't going the way she had planned them. Ryan was supposed to have said he wanted Kate, not her. She blinked away her tears. "You can still have her," she sighed."I don't want her," Ryan said. "I want you. I love you." He stood, walked across the room to the door.Stunned, Tiffany watched.Ryan opened the door. He saw Kate. The girl looked as if she were in shock. "Give me the pictures, Kate."Numb, Kate handed him the photos. She was trembling, excited.. "That one has friends," I said, playing coyly with my fan. "Many friends. They may miss their friend here and want to join it." I gauged his eyes carefully. "Those friends are larger." I waited for that to sink in, and then added, "Some are much much larger."He had to swallow twice before continuing. "You are interested in the cloth trade?" His voice came out with a slight tremor. "I deal in nothing else." I have some experience with the business," I said dryly. "Cloth holds its value. People. His big charcoal eyes, broad shoulders and six foot one hard body had me wet before he even opened his mouth. It was Saturday afternoon on a hot New Delhi train heading towards the airport. I was reading my first Hindi novel that shook the draws right off my beautifully shaped ass. It was about sex in the morning, afternoon and night it transcended everything I knew about the Kama Sutra. I was wiggling in my seat with a hot wetness. I wanted to suck Raj's cock right there. He was the main.