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He slipped his hand around mine. “I’d go away if I was you” He growled at the boys who now approached. The boys looked at their leader and stopped walking, stopped smiling. “You know, maybe this isnt such a good idea, Jim,” one of them said. Jim growled at them but carried on walking towards us. “Was she any good, Aca?” he asked the man stood next to me. I started. They knew each other? I pulled my hand out indian of his and stared up at him, confused. “Fuck off, Jim.” Aca snapped. “You two know each other?” I asked, still confused. “He didn’t tell you?” Jim came up to me and started to push me further down the ally way with his body, his friends desi now forming a line either side of him so I couldn’t get through them. “We made a deal. He would seduce you, bring you out here and we could come and collect.” Aca was now trying to get at me through the line of bulky men, but it was a useless effort. “Amara!” he called. The next ninety minutes passed in a hurried blur of introductions, indian handshakes, and friendly hugs as Darlene and I moved among the multitude of women. The wooden jaws pinched both pink nipples, compressing them. This was her, this was my Julia. I lay exhausted between them. “For you, Father,” she said. He wants to be someone that you can count on. I tried not to draw attention to the tent in my pants by tucking a hand towel in my belt. “Yes, who wants to know?” Her account of being desi fucked by the very cock that had created her was so detailed that I felt she couldn’t be making this up. It was a thick, blunt cockhead. “Sure…” she says before putting in her earbuds and strolling over to the dumbbells.