Marni did not know for sure, which one was the right one from the merchant? The merchant's words certainly indicated his concern. It's just that, his hand that stroked Marni's buttocks said the opposite.
"All right then, Juragan," said Marni. "I have to go home. Poor Aryan, I left him alone."
The merchant smiled and the caress of his hand turned into passionate squeezes on Marni's butt.
"I—I hope, you really want to help me."
"Of course, Marni. Of course," said the merchant. "I told you didn't I? As long as you are willing to serve me, I will help you."
Marni nodded once before finally leaving the merchant.
The fat man laughed softly while looking at Marni who was walking away. He rubbed his chin, then went down to his crotch with his genital that was already tense.
"This afternoon, you must serve me, Marni," he muttered half inaudibly. And after that, he returned to his house.
