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"Grab yourself a beer," the Indian man says, pointing towards the stack of Willer-Might.

You reluctantly listen, expecting him to fuck you at any moment. He smiles as he walks over to you, causing you to flinch, which elicits some sort of laughter from him, before he passes you and opens one of his own.

"You are very very pretty, white girl. What is your name?" he says, pushing your can up to your lips.

"Jo-Joan," you say, reciting the name you had said earlier to the man at the sex shop. The very thought already warming your pussy, and turning you on at that violation and humiliation you had endured earlier, and now very likely to endure again.

"Joan...My name is Mr. Patel, but you can call me Raji. I do not like thieves Joan, but I do like pretty girls," he said, forcing you to drink the beer again.

"I am so sorry sir, I..." you started apologizing, before he abruptly interrupted you.

"Raji."

"I am so sorry Raji, I had...I had forgotten my wallet at home today and I..." you blubbered, trying to get sympathy.

"Joan. Joan. Joan. Listen, we have many thieves here, so I always have to be careful," Raji stated, forcing you to take another drink, not satisfied until you had finished it.

"I was just very very thirsty sir, I had been...I had been," you paused, as he cracks open another beer for you, handing it to you.

"I was just very..." you trail off as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Relax, I will make sure you are not thirsty. I do not want such a pretty, blond, innocent girl like you to be walking around neighborhood like this, but I also want to make sure you are not scamming me," he said, pressing his hand to make you drink again.

You downed the second beer quickly for some reason, too scared to pay attention perhaps or to understand what he was doing.

"I just have had a really rough day," you say, beginning to calm down, as he hands you a third beer.

"Oh?" he says, giving you a curious smile. You gave a hesitant smile back to him, though in the back of your head you were sort of amazed with how beautiful his smile was, despite being old.

"I woke up this morning...and," you paused, realizing that he would think your crazy or lying if you told him the true story.

Again, he pushed the can up to your lips.

"I'm goo-" you barely finished the word, as he **** the drink down your throat with a slight laugh.

"Still thirsty?" he said, laughing as he handed you a fourth beer.

"I'm...good, Mr. Raji," you said, nursing the beer, having drank three others in only ten minutes.

His hand began to massage your back, which felt oddly good.

"So tell me what happened," he said.