Indian women rarely wear skirts or stockings, and I felt sure she had dressed up to turn me on! I had a huge hard on at that moment, which I didn’t ...other to hide when I got up from the dining table. She saw my cock bulging, and blushed and looked down. I washed my hands, and called her over to sit with me.We sat, and I realized she was feeling very shy, and blushing. I told her she didn’t need to feel scared, and ran a finger along her lips. I said that we were doing this for all the right. Oh well, it must justmean that there are some amenities especially for women. I didn'tthink that would be a problem. I've always gotten along well withwomen. The rest of the tour involved museums and time for self-directed excursions and exploration...it really sounded good.Finally, I was unwinding and felt like catching a few winks. I wokewhen beverages and snacks were being passed out. After a couple ofhours in the air I decided to head for the restroom and stretch mylegs. The routine. “I know right.” After a few long moments, she sat down next to me on the couch and started rubbing my shoulders. “Why so tense?” “Dunno, it’s stupid.” “So.” I sighed, “I guess it’s because you and I haven’t been alone in like forever. I’m just used to dealing with the two of you.” I craned my neck and looked back at her, “And I guess…I don’t know what to do.” “Oh my god,” she said, putting a hand to her mouth, my stomach dropped, “that’s so cute!” “Oh brother. Look don’t start with. Now you have a new life.' The smell of menthol hit my nose, as she started to smear it between my cheeks and onto my exposed balls, finishing with forcefully stabbing her finger into my arse. It seems senseless, but it was cool to start with, so cool it started to burn. I struggled at my bonds, ignorning her voice as she laughed as I tried to rub my arse down against the bed. 'aww, poor sissy' she said, as she stuck her finger in again, jamming it and wriggling it hard inside me, violating my.