Aren’t you sick and tired of asking people questions? Don’t you want to be asked? Don’t you want to be desired?? a man with a darkened face said... in a deep voice, looking at Andrea from across the alley. Andrea was unable to move, trying to run away from him, but her limbs were not moving, despite not being attached or tied to anything. ?You don’t really want to run away, do you?? the voice said. ?The only way for you to run away is to suppress your own sexuality. We both know what Freud said. It was kindness, a secret understanding formed in the privacy of a room full of people.Tom raised his hand as if signaling someone in the distant darkness, and almost immediately Jason was there with fresh drinks. Tom took a sip, as did she, and he was talking to her, telling her about a film they were about to see, but that was unimportant compared with the depth of his eyes. How could she have ever been afraid of men?There was a sudden tenseness in the room, as if everyone was waiting. I was enjoying this and I told her to explain one more time. And this time, I made sure my dick touched the young sexy trainer’s ass crack to which she exclaimed, “Oh my.. Too hard”.Everyone heard that and quickly, I covered it up by saying, “This exercise is too hard for beginners, ma’am. Please make it simple”. Then I winked at her and she returned the favour. After the class was over, I was waiting for Kajal to be free.She signalled me to come to the trainers’ room. I went inside and noticed. He had heard rumors from some of the young Indian girls imported to fill in vacancies on the upstairs pleasure rooms that the long haired, overweight man from back east had acquired a habit of looking for the youngest Indian girls under his control and used them in a mean-spirited way that caused their families great grief and resentment.He was rumored to have treated the Indian girls as no better than mindless slaves put into the reservation to entertain him in ways that even jaded whores.