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On the ground I study each face eagerly. At first everyone I see indian is female. I’d expected the women who live here to appear weaker than I am, physical inferiority explaining their psychological failings, but most of these tamil seem to be perfectly healthy specimens. I’m a little shocked by the brazenness of these women who are clearly fallen. The presence of someone like me should shame them with their disgrace, but a woman with purple markings nods a greeting to me as though nothing is wrong. I desi stare after her back until Hoola tugs my bare upper arm. Remembering my purpose I step after my escort, wobbling on my high heels, but once again I have to stop gawping like some yokel when I see the sex store. Hanging from a hook on view to any passer-by are the first pair of binding restraints I’ve seen in real life. They’re made of a fine material, almost delicate. It’s hard to believe someone couldn’t break them with a flex of a bicep. What’s more disturbing to me is their proportions – the diameter of the wristbands. These are too small for a male wrist, even an unpacified male. These binders are made for women. Hoola is trying to keep me moving. “Did you see what they were selling?” I say outraged. “That place should be shut down.” “We’re nearly there,” is all she replies. “Not far.” The bar Hoola has chosen is a flash spacious open-fronted structure with tables and chairs spilling out onto the street, not unlike the entrance New to my destination – the Palace of Roses. Music blares out from inside and the lights glare bright with neon. “This is a typical place to meet men,” Hoola says, and then she pauses as we step under the awnings. “Once we have company it will be less easy to talk freely to each other, and I’m sure it won’t be long before they close in on us. So a last reminder - do what you need to with them except for one thing: whatever happens don’t agree to bus spend the night on their ship. It’s dangerous.” I nod even though she doesn’t need to give me the safety talk. Stories are rife real amateur of Gaianesian women who venture alone onto the offworlder’s ships, and then have their Reflex used to aid an opportunistic kidnapping. Some return disgraced after a few weeks. The less fortunate are lost forever, perhaps sold on to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. In Subtown a woman needs to take care of her own protection, at least sexually speaking, as the view of the authorities is that any female who ventures there is “asking for it”, and proving crimes such as rape is almost impossible. But Hoola and I know the risks, and we’re watching out for each other. So although I’m feeling nervous uncertainty like any first-timer, I step boldly forward. Inside the bar it is busy, and unlike most Gaianesian venues, males outnumber females by about two to one among the clientele. Of course I see no Gaianesian men among the customers. He was killing her. desi What he did next really surprised me even more. The petite girl fisted my dick faster, aiming my cock at both tamil real amateur of their faces. The kissed and moaned together as one. Jill was New surprised at first but gave in and flash returned the kiss passionately. When we get there we can go our separate bus ways. “Get outta here.” Sarah entered indian her classroom and went to the desk. Ooo, right...in…front of you! Fucking makes me hungry.”