A side of the room was set-up with a couch on awhite sheet and lights hanging from the ceiling. A camera sat beside theset-up.He continued down the ha...ll that was lined with pictures of some beautifulwomen. They all had different messages and thanks written on them fromdifferent people. All of them were directed at Persaw.Something isn't right about this guy. I know it, he said as he knocked onthe door.Carl's fists clinched as he heard footsteps on the other side heading hisway.Just give me a. Among them, I couldn’t identify the two men, but I knew the third one. It was Ankit from my same college. I was embarrassed and feared standing with them in a slut girly costume.The three men and Mercy madam sat on the couches. They all were scanning me from top to bottom. I was sweating in my black saree with sleeveless blouse thus exhibiting my curvy soft arm. I had put on thick kajal and red lipstick with gloss. My body was completely waxed thus showing the smooth lusture throughout.The way. ." Talk to Michaels about it." This is the house."We pulled into Nolan's driveway and knocked on the door.His mother answered. "Hi, you must be Anastasia, please come in."We entered their living room. Dan walked around, pretending to admire various family photographs and objets d'art while surreptitiously checking the dosimeter in his watch. I made small talk with Professor Nolan.Clay came bounding down the stairs, his erection leading the way."Hi, Anastasia, I didn't realize you were here. I had been tempted many of times to make a move, because we quite often lift share, however I was uncertain how he would react, because even though we exchange a lot of tongue in cheek banter, he was a man’s man, always admiring the women. He often mentioned that because of his medication, erections where few and far between. I’d be doing the groundwork for a while, until one day my opportunity arose. I’d showered and prep myself because I had a plan. I had arranged for him to collect a coffee.