The name Hayden baffled me for a moment, but I eventually clicked. Skipping the back-and-forth conversation, I told him I had the night off. Surprisin...gly, he wanted to meet. I agreed, and said I'd come pick him up and we could go to Wild Bean cafe (a 24 hour cafè operating out of a BP petrol station). A quick shower and spruce up, and q quick lie to the boyfriend (going for a drink at Ginas, be back in a few hours) and I set off. The boyfriend was off to bed anyway, and my friend and boarder. He began looking at my pussy and stroking the little hair that I had on my pubic area. What he said next, really shocked me. (Last lines of Part 2).He said, “Didi, tumahara bahut kam baal hai, choot ke paas. Mera Maalkin ka kitna ghana baal hai. Unka bahut baal mera muh mein aata hai, jab mein unka chut chusta hun.”“Lekin unka choot mein jaadu hai. Unka ras, amrut jaisa meetha hai. Jaise TV par dikhate hai na – Dabur Honey.”(Didi, you have very scanty hair on your pussy. My Maalkin has thick. Fearfully, she stared at the screen while Dave finished his preparations. “I’m finished. The place is all buttoned up,” Dave said. He looked at Melissa, taking in her white-knuckled grasp on the blankets she huddled under. “Are you ok?” “No,” Melissa whispered, her voice shaking. She cleared her throat and tried to smile. She knew she sounded pitiful, but she had never experienced anything like this before and she was terrified. Dave perched on the edge of the couch, grinning slightly at this. And on another wall was a large spiral. Currently, it was still, but Sandy could just imagine waking up and immediately dropping into trance as the disk went into motion, forcing her to submit to her Mistress's hypnosis before she was even collected for the day's (or night's) activities. Just the thought of all of this caused Sandy's sore sex to flare to life.As it did so, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. Everything that had happened had been so amazing and filled.