Imran left the room. We both were spiced up and had a good fuck at night. He fucked hard and without mercy. I felt his sperm in my womb and slept. The next day was a bit relaxing, and Dinesh’s energy had intensified. We got freshened up, had our free breakfast, and came to the room.

But Dinesh tossed a small bundle of dresses onto the bed. It’s a yellow crochet dress with gaps so wide they were more like windows than clothing. Underneath, he insisted I wear nothing but a flaming thong that cut deep into my hips. My face was confused, and I was feeling shy too.