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Rose just kneel there, taking whatever he was doing to her. Her lifeless green eyes just looking into the void. She let his cum ooze out of her mouth, staining her uniform and dripping onto the floor. “Swallow it bitch!” Marcos ordered. Broken and tired Rose closed her mouth and gulped down whatever cum was in her mouth. Marcos smiled, he felt victorious over his little conquest. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and walked over to his office desk, he reached into one of the drawers and pulled out an envelope. He tossed it in front of Rose and then fished out a few hundred bills, tossing them over the cum and drool that were on the floor. “Don’t say that I don’t keep my word Rose, I better indian see you in here again tomorrow.” Marcos said and walked back to his desk. Rose didn’t say anything, she picked up the enveloped and cum stained money and quickly walked out. She headed into the bathroom and drunk began to clean herself up. She didn’t both with reapplying her makeup and just made her way back toward the shuttle, then the bus. It was during her walk home that she finally broke down, tears streaming down her face as she walked. Once she made it home girl she walked toward her room and slam the door. She curled into her bed and sobbed herself to sleep…. CHAPTER TWO: CHALLENGE DAY 1 The home we were brought to the night before the challenge was to begin had the appearance of something constructed to remind you of a palace from a time long ago. Though I wasn’t that familiar with Indian history and I had no idea how long ago it might have been representative of, it did seem to reflect what we had been told about the man’s ego and feeling of power and control over the region. I was accompanied on the trip by Mary Borden, a man she hired as a bodyguard just for this trip, and Ishaan who would be our primary representative with Mr. Chowdhury and his people. Mary had a team of people waiting in Mumbai in case they were needed for any negotiations should the need sex arise. Mary and I were given a large gangbang guest room to share and the bodyguard was given a small room across the hall. Neither Mary or I got much sleep that night. Ishaan had delivered the schedule for the coming day and I was hopeful, but still intimidated by what I didn’t know was to come. The first day seemed to be manageable given what I had experienced in the course of my duties but I wasn’t sure this Mr. Chowdhury cold be completely trusted and I worried about the unknown that might spring up. That was foolish, but everything was so strange and new to me: the idea of the challenge; the idea of needing a bodyguard; involvement with a man such as Chowdhury; a sexual challenge to establish a business relationship; being in India; and, being in the remote part of India. There was so much for the mind to fuss over. “And I want to win the lottery. He was too tired to think about shit like that anyway, deciding to put that on the indian back-burner for the time being. In a sex paper tearing burst I opened my gift first. “I desire that very much if that is okay with girl you.” Kyle began jerking off to the scene, wishing for nothing more than to rush across the hall and join them. I gangbang set my luggage in the trunk and get in as she grabs the scrubber and cleans the rest of the car off as I get in the front seat. “Fuck that man, drunk you need attention now.” With each attempt, he managed to pull the power deeper and deeper, containing more and more of it. Almost without exception these women would be very good communicators, uninhibited and able to articulate their sexual preferences. You don't need to lose your faith at all.” She said, I did as she asked. Her pussy went into intense orgasm spasms. Her ass was on fire, her pussy was sore, and she couldn't breathe. Wait, did you say WE?”