Ashwini – 26 years – 5’6” – 32-28-342. Jyothi – 25 years – 5’5” – 34-28-363. Hema – 23 years – 5’5” – 32-26-324. Hetal �...� 25 years – 5’7” – 34-28-36“INDIAN PLAYBOY MANSION” – it was written on the gate and I was in a state of partial unconsciousness. We all were standing in front of the door of the mansion totally naked. Cool breeze was flowing around. A female voice came from inside – “you all are not abiding by the rules of the mansion. Please make it fast or else you all will have to go. Webster wasn't too far up the I-45 freeway from Texas City or my hotel in League City, so dressed casually in jeans and a favorite well-worn polo shirt, I decided that it was time to pay Deluxe a visit. 'Rudolph', my troublesome 1969 convertible (who was fire engine red and had a very shiny and banged up nose) had already been delivered by the corporate movers last week (as was my beloved baby Mistletoe and her 1968 fellow sister 'Dasher') and she was nominally drivable, so I decided to take. There were several people working out as she entered and she decided on the treadmill first as it seemed to have the fewest users and set about a brisk walking pace as she adjusted the controls and made the resistance show itself. After a brisk 30-minute walk, she changed to the cycle and rode 10 miles before she paused to take a break. She noticed a couple of guys eyeing her as she worked out and kept a glance going as she sat and slowed her breathing. Jill was proud of her body and she loved. I think you’d love it. I bought it yesterday after you left.” “Wouldn’t that make me gay? You know I’m not gay.” “It’s not like a man is fucking your ass. It’s just me.” “It does seem really kinky. I might like it. I’ll try anything once.” “If we're going to play this game. I’m going to be in charge of you now. You’re going to be my bitch.” “What do you mean?” “I mean you’re going to be my slut now. I’m going to be in charge of you. Get on your knees, slut.” It was really funny. She was.