Gigolo entraps an old crush pt2

My phoned pinged, I looked at the message from Mister Singh which was a reply to the pictures I had sent of Margaret passed out and naked in bed against me.

Yes, she will do perfectly, bring her it said.

I smiled and fondled my balls…another good pay day and holiday is on its way I thought and nudged Margaret awake.

“ You want a holiday lover” I asked kissing her on the lips.

It was not too hard persuading her. I had told her that the holiday to Thailand was already arranged and I was supposed to be going with a mate, but he had to back out at the last minute due to illness. So a free ticket was ready for her and accommodation sorted. All she needed was her passport and toothbrush I said, and we would buy what we needed clothes wise when over there.

After we fucked again, where I was particularly effectionate, she agreed to go with me.

We landed at Phucket international airport and caught a cab.

We arrived at our destination and Margaret gave a startled expression.

“Oh misled you slightly Margaret “ I said smiling. “this place belongs to a friend of mine, we will be staying here. You will like it”.

We got out of the cab and I led her by the arm to the entrance that had steel railed gates. I pulled the bell and waited, while Margaret looking at the high white walls that surrounded the property.

“It,s nice and private here” I said conversationally as two Thai girls in their late teens dressed in white large Tshirts going down to their mid thighs appeared at the entrance.

One unlocked the heavy gate as the other greeted us with “Sawadee”.

I responded with “Sawadee” as we entered the property.

They ushered myself and Margaret to the door of the villa.

“These are Hom and Gamon” I said to Margaret as we entered the cool main entrance from the scorching heat of the outside.

Hom spoke to me. “ Mister Singh would like to speak with you”.

“Fine”. I turned to Margaret.

“Gamon will you take my friend to her room so she can have a shower and freshen up as I see Mister Singh?”

Margaret spoke “ I will come with you Vernon”

“ Go and freshen up Margaret” I told her gently and smiling “ I will introduce you to Mister Singh once you have had a shower. I will only be a few minutes”

Gamon gently started to lead Margaret to her room as I went with Hom.

I entered Mister Singh,s study.

The Indian business man sat behind a mahogany desk wearing a pale blue kaftan over his large hairy obese body, his balding scalp glistened with sweat from the humidity.

“She here” He asked .

“Yes” She is in her room now.

“ten thousand pounds each when I am satisfied, now go” he said terminating the interview.

I went to my room, showered and put on a pair of snug red speedo,s that showed off my cock outline beneath the material.